#edit : more than 10 notes....... impressive

[stardatez3ro]

i love making the 'RIP [character] you wouldve loved [thing]' jokes with star trek because like .they all havent been born yet .in fact they all wont be born for at least another 200 years

[botwstoriesandsuch]

HEYA WHO WANTS TO LEARN ABOUT GRASS AND VOLCANOES

Yes I'm alive and yes I'm making posts and music again. Ok so moving on HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GRASS???

This patch of grass is from a Youtube video by Quincyvhs ranking grass in Tears of the Kingdom. He's a cool guy and has a similar video on Breath of the Wild and I highly recommend you watch it cause his editing is very cool.

HOWEVER. He made an egregious error today by ranking this patch of grass, this lovely, magnificent, extraordinary patch of grass upon Death Mountain as a mere B Tier. It clearly is an S Tier.

How do I know this? Well this patch of grass indicates miracles. It indicates determination. It indicates the spirit of adventure, of change, of liberty and mayhaps even the purest form of happiness the world round...

...and as later corroborated by the actual geologist that I am dating, it is an indication of the massive shift in Hyrule's ecosystem and climate.

Let's Begin.

Using my ace detective skills I have located the site in question in both Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom (Botw and Totk). The general consensus is that there is a 5~ year time gap between the two games.

Given that the grass does not exist here in Botw, this means that this patch of grass took at maximum 5 years to grow. However, I'm going to prove that it probably took even less time than even that.

Below is the site on Botw's Map:

We are unable to get an accurate temperature reading of the area because the Sheikah Slate decided to give up. So we're going to use science to determine this soon to be important number

Given that wood near instantly ignites at this location in Botw, we can conclude that the temperature in the air is around 370 degrees Celcius or 700 degrees Fahrenheit.

Now typically, rock and soil serve as good insulators of heat, so the air temperature around a volcano itself isnot usually that much higher than the ambient temperature (unless you are actively within a Pyroclastic flow, which would be a more pressing problem than analyzing grass to say the least)

However, when near the presence of lava, that temperature of the air can actually reach up to 1000 degrees Celcius (1800F) so this reading is actually even more reasonable when you note that we are in good distance of the Medingo Lava Pool.

Conversely, we can actually grab an active temperature reading of the area during the time of Totk thanks to the Purah Pad.

It's 102 degrees Fahrenheit.

Easy. Simple. Fantastic. I love when my job doesn't require four hours of research for every single question!

Anyhow, here are some figures from the Oregon State Volcanology Laboratory on the rate of lava cooling

Yes this post is still about grass, stay with me.

To truly appreciate the glory of science and the glory of this patch of grass, we are going to calculate the exact amount of time needed for the temperatures to lower on Death Mountain to one sustanable for growth (That being around 100 degrees Farenheit).

SPOILER ALERT: It takes less than 5 years. This is insanely impressive considering grass of this type* typically takes DECADES.

Anyhow, The Figure 2 and 3 have to do with the depth of the lava, and Figure 4 deals with the thickness. (Many thanks again to my partner for providing their geological expertise and resources)

The thickness of the Medingo Lava is very easy to calculate given that Link can literally jump in with a splash and drown in it like the world's worst hot tub--the bitch ain't thick at all. So we use the lowest listed reading for that.

The depth of the lava is more tricky, but comparing the lava pool in Botw and Totk, and using Link as a marker of around 5 feet, we can say that the pool is around 10 feet deep.

Therefore, the Medingo Lava Pool took around 2-3 years to cool after Death Mountain stopped erupting.

Now when exactly did Death Mountain stop erupting?

According to the catalog of Volcanoes of the World by the Smithsonian Institution, 93% of volcanos stop erupting within 3 years.

Now I know that Death Mountain only started erupting because of the return of the Divine Beast Vah Rudania, and Link only "stops" the eruption of Death Mountain by defeating it. So one could argue that Death Mountain's "eruption" had to be less than a year or something.

My rebuttal to that would be 1) Within the game's canon, I don't see how we could justify Link taking one day, or even one month to wake up from the Great Plateau, travel immeidately all the way to Death Mountain. and then tame the Divine Beast in less than a month, and 2) Link didn't really stop shit because we can clearly still see active lava flow after taming Rudania. He only stopped the rock falls caused by the Divine Beast, the actual activity of Death Mountain still continues.

Given its insane size, I am going to say it took the full 3 years for its active lava flow to stop on Death Mountain. Volconologists in the notes, feel free to correct me.

SO! The Timeline is:

3 years for Death Mountain to stop actively flowing

2 years minimum for Medingo Lava Pool to cool

= >1 year for temperatures to be right for grass to grow!

This is an insanely quick time period for grass to thrive! The literal instant that the conditions were correct, we are able to see not just grass, but stoloniferous grass as well other types of shrubbery thrive! We would usually need several years for the volcanic rock to erode to rich soil (such as the soil in the Akkala region)

Allow me to elaborate:

This is Fountain Grass. Fountain grass is usually the fist type of grass that you would see in a volcanic region. They grow from a rhizome root system, which is a very vertical downward root system as you can see. This is good for young volcanic regions where only specific dotted areas are good enough for plants to grip onto and grow.

They grow something like this:

This patch of grass below I would call some sort of rhizome. (Botanists feel free to correct me in the notes)

THIS. however. (amazingly) is an example of stoloniferous grass!

This is thick bladed grass (as opposed to the more thin, fine-bladed grass with rhizomes) that grow in a stolon spreading pattern that is much more horizontal. It's a lot like the grass that might grow in your front lawn, if you're rich enough to have one of those in this economy--

They grow a bit more like this:

This type of grass need soil! Especially if we want to classify that other red flower behind the rock there as some sort of volcanic flower

We're basically talking about mass, rapid volcanic erosion in less than a year for this to happen. For context, the soil necessary for the region of Akkala to grow could have taken anywhere between a decade to thousands of years. The weather and erosion necessary for this patch of grass to grow took, at most, 3 years.

And all this in the period of time following an actual apocalypse. How quickly the tides have turned for Hyrule's ecosystem!!!!

IT'S A VERY IMPRESSIVE AND COOL PATCH OF GRASS AND THUS IS DESERVING OF THE S TIER RANKING

Also here's some behind the scenes of what my much smarter than me partner had to say about it ["Last pictures referencing the rhizome grass which, indeed, would be the oldest grass among the patch given it needs the least specific conditions to thrive/less soil to get started]

Growth is cool.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

The Polar Express, 2004

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word count: 3k

Notes: I don’t think you understand the phone shit I’m going through right now, especially with how I only write on my phone it hurts my FEELINGS so yeah this is not edited and I’ve done my best okay I literally am currently finishing it as I’m typing this

Buck stands at the counter, tapping his fingers against the smooth marble.

“Okay… the cookies are in, the bread is proofing, the cake is cooling, the scones have another 10 or so minutes until they’re ready to be iced…”

He scrolls on his iPad, reading through all his notes and recipes. He was stressed, incredibly stressed, he’d hesitantly asked Athena two weeks ago if he could host Secret Santa and then they’d all migrate over to her place for dinner and presents.

She graciously agreed, it gave her more time to get everything ready and less to stress about on Christmas Day. But now here he is, at one in the morning, the kitchen is a disaster zone that he’s disappointed in because he always cleans as he goes, the cookies aren’t going to have anywhere to cool if he doesn’t get cleaning and he hasn’t even started on buttercream.

Why the hell he thought this was a good idea he doesn’t freaking know, he doesn’t know why he volunteered, he doesn’t know why he put himself through this he doesn’t know why the bag of powdered sugar is on the floor, he doesn’t-

He jumps a little, he hadn’t even heard you pad softly down the stairs, he hadn’t heard you trying to get his attention. It’s like everything just stops as soon as you put your arms around his waist, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

“Buck? You in there?” You ask quietly, you sound sleepy. He takes a deep breath and turns in your arms

“Hey baby” He smiles softly, leaning down to kiss your nose “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, kinda woke up on my own” You rest your chin on his chest, blinking sleepily “You okay?”

“I’m fine, really”

You pull back a little, giving him a skeptical look. His disheveled appearance screams anything but fine. The mess around the kitchen is a little cry for help to sort through the mess that is his anxiety right now.

He just wanted everyone to be proud.

You pull away from him and go over to the little hooks in the corner, grabbing your small pink apron and tying it around you. You grab the matching pink scrunchie with it and pull your hair back.

“What do you need from me, Chef?”

“It would be a big help if you helped me clean up a bit? Maybe watched the cookie timer? And then helped me dip the scones when they’re ready and-“

You come over to the counter and start collecting everything and moving it to the sink, you stand on your toes as you pass and he bends down to peck your lips

“One at a time baby boy,” You tell him calmly “We can handle this”

He melts as you kick your stool in front of the sink and dump everything in to start washing. He always made fun of you for it, but it was easier to rinse from higher up okay.

He sits back for a moment, watching you clean the dishes without any complaining, just…getting straight to work to help him out. He comes over and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in the back of your neck

“I love you, so fucking much” He mumbles and you smile, leaning into him a little

“I love you too, you’re doing really good Buck. They’re gonna be really impressed”

“I’m just, I’m so worried things won’t turn out”

“You’re seriously talented Evan,” You tell him, glaring at him a little “Don’t let your brain tell you any different”

“Easier said than done” He reaches forward, taking the dish from you and rinsing it

“This would be way sexier if you were helping me with the bread earlier”

You snicker and push him back a little, grabbing the dish and setting it on the rack

“Just start on your buttercream weirdo”

He takes a clean bowl and sets it up on the stand mixer, with you helping keep things clean suddenly his mind isn’t as cluttered, the cookie timer goes off and he doesn’t even have a chance to turn around before you’re pulling them out and setting them down on the counter space you’d cleared for them.

You check on the cake for him as he’s getting the bread into the oven next and then start on the glaze for the scones. He’s watching you mix it by hand while his buttercream goes in the stand mixer and his heart aches at the sight of you, you’ve got bubbles in your hair from the dishes and a little dash of powdered sugar across your face. You smell like fresh lemons and sweet raspberry scones, and god do you look good enough to eat… he doesn’t miss the tiny pajama shorts you’re wearing and one of his large t-shirts slightly tucked into it.

You reach over and pull the little lever to stop the stand mixer and he blinks rapidly

“You’re gonna over mix it” You warn him before going back to your glaze, he looks down at his perfect vanilla butter cream, his perfect raspberry scones you’re dipping and his perfect cake sitting on the counter waiting to be iced.

And then he looks at his perfect you, and suddenly everything isn’t so bad anymore… that anxious tension between his shoulder blades is gone, that slight tremor that nearly ruined his royal icing borders from a batch of cookies earlier is gone…

“What are you doing?” You watch as he puts the crumb-coated-cake into the fridge, lays a tea towel over the cookies and puts the rest of his dishes into the dishwasher

“We can finish those in the morning, it won’t take long”

You set another scone onto the tray and he hands you the next one, his body pressing against yours, soft and warm…and something hard pressing into your side

“I think you forgot to take one of your spatulas from your apron” you chuckle as you swirl the scone through the creamy white glaze and set it on the tray. Buck pushes your hand away as you reach for another and he reaches into the bowl, scooping up some of the sticky, white, mixture.

“Hey! I’ve still got four-“

Your words are cut off as he slides his fingers into your mouth, his lips ghost over the shell of your ear as he pulls you closer to him

“Clean ‘em up for me baby”

You do as he says, running your tongue over his fingers and sucking them clean, he kisses your neck softly, fucking your mouth with them before pulling them away with a wet pop.

“Good girl”

He unties your apron, setting it aside before taking your shirt off next, his hands come up your sides, leaving a trail of flour. He palms your breasts running his thumbs over your nipples and you let out a shuddering sigh as they pebble under the cool air and his touch

“Every day I fall more and more in love with you” He mumbles, kissing you with a heated passion, his tongue slipping past your lips as you gasp. He grabs your hips tighter and sits you on the counter, stepping between your legs

“I know what you mean” you reach behind you, twirling the honey wand before pulling it back out and letting the sticky substance drip down over your breasts

His eyes widen as he watches the golden liquid trickle down your chest, pooling in your cleavage. He licks his lips, his cock twitching with anticipation.

“Fuck, that's hot” he breathes, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to trace a finger through the honey, gathering it up before bringing it to his mouth.

“Mmm, you taste even sweeter than I imagined” he murmurs, his tongue swirling around his finger.

He leans down, his tongue darting out to lap at the honey on your skin, his hands cupping your breasts and kneading them gently. He takes his time, savoring every drop, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.

His hands reach down, tugging on your panties and you lift your hips as he pulls them off. He runs his fingers through your soaked folds teasingly

“So fuckin’ wet for me already, aren’t you?”

He slips his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing against your clit and you pant softly, leaning back on your elbows as he fucks you, his fingers curl upward and you gasp desperately, letting your head fall back, pressing your back into the flour covered counters. Your hands come up to tug at the roots of your hair, sugar sticking to your forearms as he works you open with his fingers. He pulls his fingers away, licking them clean and you whimper at the empty feeling

“Shhh baby” He drops his basketball shorts and his cock springs out, hard and thick, the tip leaking precum already. It drips down from the tip of his cock and you lick your lips as he steps onto your little stool

“Arent you already tall enough??” You poke at him and he grabs your hips, dragging you to his cock. He rubs his tip through your glistening lips, staring into your eyes with so much love and adoration.

“Just gives me a better angle to make love to you” He rocks his hips, shallowly thrusting the tip in and you gasp, biting your lip.

“You’re so pretty baby” He teases your clit again, rubbing slow torturous circles until he finally slowly pushes forward, his cock sliding deep inside your tight walls. He groans at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in pleasure and you sigh dreamily, your eyes rolling back too.

He sets a slower pace, flour covered hands leaving prints behind as he thrusts slow and hard, his hips kissing yours each time. He growls lowly, a primal noise coming from his chest as he works you on his cock.

His hands roam your body, caressing your tits, your stomach, your thighs, leaving trails of flour and sugar in their wake. He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, the intense sound filling the kitchen and echoing in your ears as he slowly starts to lose control

“Holy shit, Buck” You pant, arching your back up and moaning for him, your heart pounds in your ears in time with his thrusts and you slowly remember the reason you’re always so gone for him

He moans deeply, placing his palms flat on the counter and rutting into you and you whimper with each thrust, your mind spinning at the way he fills you up.

“I want, I want to try something” He pulls out slowly, his chest heaving as he rubs his thumb through your soaked folds. You squirm underneath him and his finger keeps going, your eyes nearly pop out of your head as he pushes against that tight ring of muscle

“You think it’s been too long since we…?” He manhandles you onto your stomach, helping you place your knees on the counter

“N-no I think- I think I could handle that”

“You really think so?” He reaches forward and you just see a jar disappearing from your peripheral vision “I don’t wanna push you”

You put your forehead against your hands waiting with bated breath, his hand slides over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and your back arches deeper. What he doesn’t know is that this was definitely going to be apart of his Christmas present this year and you’d been wearing a plug all week before taking it out before bed.

“Jesus you’re gonna give me a heart attack with the way you’re presenting yourself” He chuckles lightly. You hear a soft “tink” before you feel the sweet honey dripping over your ass, he moans as it slides down over your pretty, puffy lips and he can’t take it anymore.

You squeak as he dives in, your ass spread wide as he licks at your hole, his moans vibrate up your spine and pretty soon you’re moaning with him. He pulls away, drizzling a little more honey over your hole and kissing your cheek before pulling your legs down so you’re hanging off the counter.

“You ready for me baby?” He spreads your cheeks again and spits, and you squeak. He gives your ass a little smack, smirking

“Earth to bunny”

“I’m ready” you punctuate your words with a little shake of your hips and he takes the honey wand again, drizzling some over his cock and stroking it slowly before lining himself up. He taps your cheek lovingly before pushing into you carefully.

Your jaw drops slowly at the intense pressure as he slides into you. He groans loudly, his palms sliding over your body as he lays against you, his chest firm against your back.

“Feels so g-good Bunny” his hips stutter as he tries to keep from plowing right into you. He works you on his cock slowly, getting you used to his size again and you lay plastered against the counter, moaning softly and taking everything he’s giving you.

“You think you can take me harder baby? Faster?” His teeth are gritted, like he’s fighting even harder now to hold back and that sends a thrill right down to your core. He feels so impossibly big in your ass, stretching you in a way he hasn’t in a good while.

“I can handle it” You reassure him again, eagerly moving your hips on his cock and he grins wickedly

“Thats my slutty little Bunny”

He takes it slow for a minute, working you up to a faster pace before you’re making little squeaking sounds again with every rough thrust. His hands leave sticky fingerprints behind, marking your body with all the dirty things he’s doing to you. He drizzles more honey over his cock as he thrusts in and out, moaning at the little tendrils that stick you together over and over.

You reach out, holding onto the heavy stand mixer to brace yourself as he pins you down to the counter, his hand on the back of your neck

“You're so fucking sexy like this, spread out for me, taking my cock like a good little slut” he growls, his words filthy and degrading, but filled with a twisted sort of affection.

You babble in response and it just drives him crazier, he holds your hips in hands, definitely leaving behind bruises that you absolutely welcome.

Your eyes roll back and you dig your head into the counter, he reaches backward awkwardly for a second and rips a towel from the stove, he leans forward pushing inside you deeper and you cry out his name, your legs shaking.

“I’m sorry baby” he snickers, lifting your head gently and putting the towel underneath it, it’s not much but it’s something. His movements become a bit slower, deeper, and you grip that stand mixer with everything left in you as he makes love to you. His hand slides over your torso, his fingers rubbing your clit slowly, and you let out a shuddering little sigh

“There’s my pretty girl, nothin’ in that head of yours but my cock huh? Love it when you get this way”

You nod dumbly at him and he groans, his head falling back as his hips smack into yours rougher, his finger start rubbing your clit faster and you arch your back and bring your knees to your chest. He holds them in place, hissing at how tight you are around him, his pace becomes erratic again as he loses his mind inside you.

He messily places your hand over your clit and sinks his fingers inside you. You shriek as he plunges his cock in and out of your ass, his fingers working in tandem in your pussy

“Come on bunny, fuck cum for me please, I need to see you fall apart first please bunny please”

His whiny, begging, tone sends you over the edge as you scream his name, tears streaming down your face as your back arches fully off the counter and you squirt over his fingers, he moans your name loudly as he finishes inside you, fucking his cum as deeply as he can into you. He rolls his hips with each thrust before holding it inside you, pushing into you.

You lay on the counter stunned, your body shaking as you let your body turn to jelly underneath him. You weakly wipe at the tears on your face and he steps down off the stool, sliding you off the counter with him and staggers over to the couch. He plops down heavily onto it, before letting his body fall slump down, keeping his arms tightly around you.

You lay together for a while, panting softly in his neck while he rubs your back soothingly, occasionally placing weak little kisses to your temple. He can’t move very much either after that and neither of you have a problem with this.

He’s distractedly humming underneath the tree when he suddenly shifts a little, getting you both more comfy

“I think I broke my dick”

You snort into his chest as he grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and tosses it haphazardly over the two of you.

“I don’t think you broke your dick” you tell him and he scoffs

“How would you know? It’s inside you, you can’t see it!”

“Okay. By that logic, neither can you. Buck I think we’d know if you broke your dick… if that’s even possible”

“Oh it is, I’ve seen it before” his eyes close and you lift your head, looking at his peaceful expression as he starts to fall asleep.

“You’ve seen a broken dick before???”

Suddenly his bread alarm goes off and he jumps, accidentally knocking you off of him and onto the floor.

“My bread!!”

“My kidneys”

[eclecticwhiz]

To the ones navigating visible or invisible storms…

To those whose minds flicker like signal towers — misunderstood, mislabeled, misfired…

To those who are stuck in between; who have been through countless of rites of passage…

To those who can’t fill the void within; who restlessly yearn for a place to call home…

To every BPD survivor and artist who’s been called too much, too broken, or too dramatic — when in truth, you were carrying too many timelines in a single heart. And you were being taken down by the ones who were simply too little.

To the glitching geniuses — the neurodivergent who kept transmitting authenticity and enchantment while the world tried to static you out.

To those who’ve screamed into the void, only to make the void echo back in art.

This… is for you.

BPD and neurodivergent people are often brilliant. Deeply artistic. Incredibly intelligent.

No, it’s not about romanticization. It’s about reclaiming and embracing ourselves. Restoring self-regard. Nurturing the inner-child deeply as they always deserved. Reclaiming the essential parts we neglected just to adapt and survive.

Yes, it includes what they try to pathologize — how they reduce us to stereotypes, and shove us all into one dusty box of convenience. We should get untangled from the shallow perspectives and unfair narratives.

We’re not denying the struggle, the pain, or the altered life quality. Yet we do deserve to lay emphasis on what’s shiny about us too.

We dare to look zoomed in or out; to bring more feeling or sense to things. And sometimes we are, and we do, things that can’t even get squeezed into labels. And the list could go on for pages, really…

Most people who don’t live this reality can’t even begin to imagine the dimensionality, the depth, or the creative voltage we hold.

We’re a neon glitch that will always stand out, and be proud to be doing so.

We are more… much more than our survival.

And I dedicate this album to you my fellow void-bound gifted wrecklings 🖤🤍🩶

🔳 We shall never forget the power of the void.

Time to assimilate and re-integrate:

(my first album)

A cosmic audiovisual project I directed and edited using multiple tools including AI — now live and streaming on all music platforms.

Music, visuals, sound design, and personal messages all woven together to create a full sensory experience.

I created this over the course of two intense months through blood, sweat, and serious health challenges.

(As a side note: the brand’s initial foundation for art and blogging, Eclectic Ways, and the broader concept behind this project have been taking shape since 2020.)

This is a deeply personal release, and I’d truly appreciate your honest impressions and kind support.

🎧Main genres: Electronic • Art Rock

⛓️Sync with my pulse on:

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⌇🍎

🎥 The music videos for Abduct US! & Into The Pull is now on

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✨More Eclectic Whizzed visuals are on the way!

🌀Also streaming on more platforms.

[demie90s]

Mine.

��� 🍒 ꒱ Flau’jae Johnson X READER ꒱ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST, MORE

⭑ pairing: flau’jae x you (fem!reader)

⭑ summary: she’s focused, you’re unserious, her chain’s on your neck, and somehow no one questions that you’re in a class that’s not even yours.

⭑ genre: fluff, chaos, delulu energy, soft moments

⭑ warnings: mild language, one (1) flirt too many

⭑ word count: ~0.7k

It’s not your class. But that’s never stopped you.

You had one class today. One. Over by 10:15. That should’ve been the end of it. But instead of heading to the dining hall, or anywhere normal, you followed her. Down the quad. Into the comms building. Up two flights of stairs. And now you’re posted in the back row of some upper-division lecture like you actually attend USC full-time for something other than fun and chaos.

Flau’jae’s at the desk in front of you, focused—notes out, laptop glowing, nails clacking as she types. You, on the other hand? Hood pulled low, feet up on the next chair, casually wrapped in her chain like you earned it in a fight.

You’re not even hiding it. That’s the thing.

Phone out, you tilt the screen just right. “Day in the life,” you whisper to the imaginary viewers. “Class? Don’t got one. Chain? Not mine. Girl in front of me? Also not mine. But she be lookin’ like she is, so…” you trail off, biting your lip dramatically as the phone catches her side profile.

She hears you. Obviously. Her earphones are in, but you’ve been doing this for months. You know she hears you. Her only response is a slow head shake.

You zoom in on her again. “Bro, look at her. Be for real. Y’all see the baby hairs? The lashes? The hoodie sleeves all bunched up on her forearms while she types like she’s submitting her thesis on world domination?”

She leans back a little. You duck before she can elbow you, laughing silently. She doesn’t turn around, but you can see the smirk playing at her lips. This ain’t new. You’ve been harassing her like this since freshman year. Difference is, now people see it.

“Somebody said ‘weak in the knees—STAND UP.’” You crack up mid-comment, repeating it louder while you scroll through TikTok edits on your screen. “These fan edits, bro. They really got y’all in a chokehold. Look at this one—wait, Flau.”

You reach forward and tap her arm.

She turns, slow and already annoyed. “If you show me one more video of myself walking in slow motion while Bryson Tiller plays in the background—”

“Too late.” You shove your phone in front of her face. “Look at this one. Why you walking like that? Who you tryna impress, huh?”

“You,” she mutters under her breath, turning back to her laptop like she didn’t say it. But you heard. You always hear.

“Say it with your chest, superstar.”

Her only answer is a chuckle and a hand raised to flick you off.

⸻

After class, you follow her out like the menace you are. She holds the door open, glancing back at you with fake disbelief.

“You really came to a class that wasn’t yours, wore my chain, distracted me, and posted a video of me with a thirst trap caption?”

“‘My girl, but not mine’ isn’t a thirst trap. It’s poetry.”

She doesn’t argue. Just laughs and pushes the door open wider.

You fall into step beside her. “Where we eating?”

“I have practice.”

You pout dramatically, stepping in front of her to block the path. “You’d choose basketball over quality time with your favorite non-teammate?”

She lifts a brow. “Yes.”

You sigh. “Valid.”

Still, you follow her anyway. Straight to the gym.

⸻

Practice is loud. Coaches shouting. Shoes squeaking. Flau’jae locked in. Meanwhile, you’re lounging off to the side like you belong there—phone out, hoodie up, feet kicked up on the bench.

“Number 4 looking good today,” you call out mid-drill, not even looking up. You know she hears you.

“She always does,” someone mumbles nearby. You don’t even flinch. Not your problem. You were here first.

At break, she jogs over, sweaty and glowing. You hold up your phone.

“You recording me?”

“Nah, myself.” You flip the camera to selfie mode, grin sharp as hell. “Just happened to catch a gorgeous athlete in the background. Pure coincidence.”

“Give me my chain back,” she says.

“Come take it.” You stick your tongue out and she just blinks, shaking her head like she’s exhausted. You know she’s not. She’s amused. You’re annoying, but you’re hers—well… not really. Not officially. But enough that people give y’all the look when you show up with her. Enough that her coaches let it slide when you pop up on campus unannounced. Enough that she doesn’t flinch when you post her.

⸻

That night, your TikTok goes viral. Again.

@flaueditqueen: SHE SAID “MY GIRL BUT NOT MINE”???

@hoopbabiee: these two need to just DATE already omg

@user83372: how are you not embarrassed??

@ballinforher: nah cause she really pulled up to a lecture just to harass her with her own chain

You repost it. Caption: don’t worry, she’s used to me.

And she likes it.

[justxtalking]

all the times gon showed affection, interest, care and basically relied on killua

Did I search all the times Gon explicitively expressed his affection to Killua? Yes, yes I did. Do I regret it? No, no I don't.

I decided to choose the manga since it's what Togashi wrote. However, it is important to note that there are a lot of more times if we add both versions of the anime and the movies. In addition to this, I chose the most explicit times in which Gon expressed himself so there is no misunderstanding. (Though I do think it's basically the whole manga.)

This post is hella long and had to be divided into parts, so bear with me. This is just the beginning. (Edit: Here's the link of the full post.)

Hunter Exam arc

When they first met and Gon was impressed by Killua's trick.

2. Gon happy to be with Killua and to explore with him.

3. Gon's interest in Killua's family, and surprising Killua in the process.

4. Gon being impressed by Killua's technique, curious about it and expressing "Killua is an amazing guy."

5. Gon defending Killua against Illumi and seeing right through the situation.

6. Gon swearing to take Killua away from Illumi.

Zoldyck Family arc

7. Gon's refusal for the Zoldyck's intent on separating themselves from the rest of the world and more than ready to climb the wall if it is to reach Killua.

8. Gon's phonecall with Gotoh.

9. Gon's intent on climbing up the wall to reach Killua.

10. Gon accepts to train if it means he will reach Killua.

11. Gon getting hit over and over again if it means he will reach Killua.

12. Gon playing against Gotoh while waiting for Killua.

13. Gon happy to see Killua again.

14. Gon impressed by Killua's ability to know other's strenghts, and embarrassing Killua in the process.

Heavens Arena arc

15. Gon relying on Killua's advice to win.

16. Gon happy because Killua wanted to go to his house.

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Ask compilation: I'm Starting To Think That This Drow Guy Is Kind Of An Asshole Edition.

Probably a Ranger in the hunter subclass. I actually intended to multi-class him as fighter/ranger at some point and make that his official class, but I haven't had time/quite figured out the best build that would still suit him - Ranger makes a LOT of sense with his backstory, arguably more than fighter, but he's still supposed to be a magic-less brick-house with 19 strength who hasn't handled a bow and arrow in 10 years, so I'm not sure where that leaves us LOL

A lot of people have suggested that Berserk Barbarian would fit him well, but I think that implies a lot of other characteristics that do NOT suit him at all so 🤷

HE DIDN'T EVEN GO TO THE CRECHE, and honestly it made the game feel much more immersive to pick one path and stick to it like Halsin suggested, even if I did have to endure the shadow cursed lands without the shiny mace 😂

Probably for the best, it'd be a real shame if the story ended there just because he didn't like Vlaakith's attitude.

But yeah Lae'zel (who, for the record, I adore) never stood a chance in his playthrough. Sorry baby girl.

I'm either uninformed or we have different definitions of what constitutes a crush, but sure I'll play in this space LOL

He's both jealous but also kind of aloof when it comes to things like that. It's yet another symptom of his arrogance, where it seems unfathomable that anyone who has him would be genuinely tempted by someone else. He doesn't mind a normal amount of glance-stealing and flattery, even playful flirting to a degree, but if there's persistence or if his partner seems to seek another person out for things he thinks he should be providing, he feels threatened.

Also, he has a difficult time discerning that "deep emotional connection" does not equal "romantic interest". So, at least immediately after the events of the game, he's more likely to be made insecure by his partners forming deep bonds with others than any throwaway expression of physical desire or fleeting infatuation.

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Let me preface this with the (hopefully unnecessary) disclaimer that this murderous dark-elf's opinions are not my own, and that I very much purposefully made a bit of an asshole character because I find that entertaining.

And now that you're hopefully primed for what's coming - DU drow is pretty damn judgemental of people's looks save for the rare times when they give him a good impression right off the bat. He notes people's appearances and makes preemptive assumptions about them without even realizing it. He definitely does not equal beauty to value or prowess (in fact he will very much still mock of you if you seem too concerned with your appearance) but he does prescribe things based on looks.

I don't think he'd take issue with what you're describing, It sounds like a pretty average body, but he would assume that person is weaker and less fit to "keep up with him", basically. Which kind of diminishes interest.

As far as to what he finds immediately attractive, he definitely prefers people who seem physically fit (not more than himself though - gods forbid). But, the caveat to this whole tangent is that once you get past initial impressions, he could definitely come to be sexually attracted to pretty much any type of body attached to the person he's in love with.

Thank you! There was no main event, just the building up of resentment over time and the opportunity she saw opening up when the Chosen's plan came into motion. She definitely didn't always hate him though, they had a fairly close relationship until his obsessive behavior and arrogance became an issue.

Thank you!!!

They call him the/that drow, dark elf, or "big drow" if there's more than one present. In private they might facetiously call him Bhaalspawn if they get tired of referring to him by race.

I'll be honest, I forgot whether or not I found it in his playthrough LOL but if he did stumble across that would be VERY funny. He'd be like "look at these idiots and their fake murder god. What kind of dimwit would worship carnage as a religion. Hey Shadowheart get a load of this-"

HAPPY YOU ENJOY HIM! I think his unique situation overall with having been such a overwhelmingly horrid person and forgetting all about it is my favorite bit. That's kind of vague, I know, but I often think of dreams I've had where I committed a crime or did something horrible, and that immediate feeling of relief and disconnect that follows immediately after waking up. That's kind of what I imagine it's like for him - he knows of the things he did, but he doesn't really. In theory it's all true but that's a truth far too fantastical for anyone to conceptualize even if it's put right in front of your face.

That, tackling the guilt (or lack thereof) of something you genuinely don't feel like you've done and the intricacies of it, that's a fascinating state of mind to explore. I love how many directions you can take that.

For me, having a character who is not good, but is not necessarily pure unadulterated evil, makes for a lot of complex thought experiments and contradictory values. DU drow has a lot of those - things he believes and abides by absolutely except for this specific instance, being contradictory is a pillar of his character and it can be a little challenging to keep up with it - but I'd be lying if I said I don't deeply enjoy that aspect as well all the same.

THANK YOUUUU It took me so long to figure out how to draw Astarion in a way I liked, I'm so relieved that others enjoy it too 😂

Shockingly he did succeed it and was immediately put-off by it, lmao. They wouldn't really develop much of a relationship for a while after that, so at that point DU drow just figured he was trying to get something from him and wrote him off, much as he did with everyone else with the exception of Shadowheart.

He didn't meet her at the Tiefling grove! I didn't even know you could meet her before-hand for the longest time. But he did super, duper kill her at camp of course.

He managed to hide the body and everyone else was none the wiser, huge blood bhaal-sigil on the ground aside lmao. He was a little shocked but didn't feel all that bad about it, kind of resigning to that primal feeling of satisfaction at a job-well-done that overwhelmed him instead. He decided she was too weak to survive out there and he had just spared her the trouble.

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Muse | Chapter 9

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: NSFW - MDNI

Content Warning: Language, angst, slight making out

Author’s Note: I enjoyed writing this way too much… while listening to Lana’s songs ehe. Does it feel like the story is endling? This is the second last chapter. Chapter 10 will be the final one (I think) . I hope you guys like it. 

~ Eren’s Birdie

Determined to not make a big deal out of it, you had woken up the morning after the incident and gotten dressed up to attend lectures, despite not being too thrilled about it. Besides, you decided that you didn’t want to give Eren much importance on the surface, despite feeling like shit inside. You were hellbent on not wanting to give him the satisfaction to see you sulking.

Well, you can be heartbroken and still look pretty.

Naturally, you avoided Eren like the plague over the next few days. You didn’t reply to any of his texts, nor did you answer any of his calls. Even when the whole group had gone out for dinner over the weekend, you’d decided to sit between Sasha and Jean to avoid having a one on one interaction with him. 

Obviously, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by your two best friends. However, you’d simply dismissed their questions with a ‘not sure, I don’t feel any spark, maybe it’s sem-end stress,’ and luckily, they’d bought your excuse, not pressing any further. You hadn’t told them about the kiss or whatever happened after, wanting to pretend as if it had never happened.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t almost melted at his puppy eyes whenever you’d accidentally meet his gaze. But, considering everything, you’d managed to ignore him quite successfully. You were determined to protect your heart at all costs. And that’s what you had managed to do for this past few days without Eren.

“I must say, I’m impressed,” Mr Tanaka smiles, observing the photos of Eren you’d clicked for the final assignment, “He doesn’t seem stiff or out of place either.”

“Thank you,” you grin awkwardly. You wanted to be happy about getting praised in photography class, but only you knew how your heart had crushed a little each time you had to look at his photos to edit them.

“Good job picking Jaeger as the model, you must be good friends… he looks at ease. Very intimate,” the professor notes.

“Well, we’re friends,” you mumble, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation as soon as possible. Feeling almost guilty since your kind teacher was just giving his genuine feedback.

“So…” you begin, wanting to know your grade already.

“It’s better than a C,” he assures you.

“B minus?” you ask.

“I can’t disclose it just yet,” he scolds you gently.

“Please prof…B plus? I need to know!” you plead.

“Safe to assume,” he says plainly.

Well… it’s not that bad. 

“Thank you,” you bow.

“Just focus on theory next and you’ll manage a decent score,” he assures. You bow again before leaving.

Minseo had skipped classes today, texting you that she was too tired and wanted to sleep in. You’re about to pull your phone out to check your texts since it was Friday and no one in your group knew what rest was when it came to weekends, but you stop when you hear someone call out your name. You come to a halt in front of Studio 1 to look in the direction of the voice.

It was Marco and Jenna, your classmates, waving at you. 

“Hi guys, sup?” you walk into the room.

“Do you have pretty feet?” Marco asks.

“What?” you laugh, taken aback, “I have normal feet.”

“Can I paint them?” he’s wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Marco, stop trying to sound like a pervert intentionally,” Jenna laughs as she turns to explain to you, “he wants to photograph a few references.”

“Umm, okay, I guess?” you agree, since you had nothing to do for the rest of the day anyway.

You want to ask why Jenna couldn’t do it before she quickly grabs her stuff to leave, looking at Marco, “You owe me one. Help me next time. Bye, I’m getting late.”

You wave at her and she does the same before hastily walking away.

“She has a doctor’s appointment for her cat,” he explains.

You nod, “Okay, what do you need me to do?”

“Just sit on the chair, I’ll paint your feet first,” Marco instructs and you follow, taking your heels off to a side to sit barefooted for him. He sits down on the floor with his palette before grabbing your right foot and bringing it up to his face level.

“Sorry if they smell like… feet,” you giggle.

“Nope, it’s all roses and lilies,” he laughs as he starts painting.

Your phone rings and it’s Annie, “Where are you, bitch?”

“Getting my feet painted,” you laugh.

“Huh?”

“Come to Studio 1,” you tell her. She agrees before hanging up. You open your chats to see why she sounded so impatient.

Ann: party timeeeee! We’re going clubbing.

Ann: Min is coming too, she’s on her way to get ready… called dibs on the pink dress btw

You close your phone as you redirect your attention to make small talk with Marco, asking him about his painting process, listening intently. The next few minutes are spent with him handing his phone to show you his rough sketch and you giving him some ideas to explore.

“Wow, I guess that’s why you’re the best,” Marco praises you after a particular advice and you blush. He continues, “Do you really think green is the best base for this?”

“I guess so, if you want this part to stand out, wouldn’t it be better?” you point at the photo in his phone, thinking hard.

“And what about this part?” he’s cradling your foot in his hand as he cranes his neck to take a closer look at the screen, “Should I change anything about it?”

“Hmmm,” you’re lost in thought as the gears in your brain are turning, “What if yo–”

“Wow,” Annie chuckles as she arrives. You look up to see that she’s not alone, next to her are Armin and… Eren.

“Hi,” Marco stops to look at the group before resuming his painting again.

You look back down at Marco, “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, why? You tired?” he asks with concern.

“A bit, my leg feels stiff,” you grin sheepishly.

“Okay,” he gently places his brush down, “just don’t place your foot on the floor.”

You squint your eyes as you bend and extend your knee to release the stiffness. As your hands are on your thighs to keep your skirt from riding up, you’re glad the skirt is long enough to not flash the poor guy in front of you.

Annie and others are quietly observing the patterns Marco had painted on your foot.

“Looks good,” Annie compliments as she’s bending down to observe intently.

“Thanks,” he blushes, “this one’s almost done.”

You’re flexing your foot back and forth before wincing, “Ow, cramp! cramp!”

Marco is quick to massage your foot, carefully avoiding the parts he had painted. As you sigh in relief, you look up to find Eren giving you the same sickly lovelorn look but it turns to a frown when Marco moves closer to the chair to rest your foot gently over his thigh.

“Is this alright?” he asks you innocently.

You nod as you smile at him, “You should rest too, your back must be hurting.”

“Used to it,” he laughs.

“Tell me about it,” you joke back.

“When will you be done?” Annie interrupts and you wait for Marco to answer.

“About 20 more minutes?” He’s back to painting your foot.

“Ughhh, I can't wait that long,” Annie groans.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll come home soon,” you assure her. She shares a look with Armin as if they’re communicating telepathically before she turns back with a ‘okay, see you’.

As Annie and Armin walk out, Eren doesn’t move. He declares that he’ll stay and watch because it’s ‘interesting’ as he sits on a chair a bit further away from you.

But if Eren were to be honest with himself, he felt as if he were nothing short of your own personal bodyguard, monitoring any wrong ideas that Marco could possibly have.

After a few minutes, Marco shifts to paint the other leg in almost a reflection of the first design. You compliment how fast he’s working cause his skill is impressive. He thanks you as if he can’t believe you’re complimenting him of all people.

“So, tell me more about your concept. I know you chose to depict love but why feet of all things?” you ask him, wanting to discuss Marco’s concept more. 

“Easy, I think it was the purest form to describe relationships. A type of devotion where you’re completely gone for the other person,” he begins, engrossed into the painting process, “you see, feet is the lowest you can put yourself for someone so that’s why it's my subject. You put yourself at someone’s feet and it’s the physical equivalent of worshipping them and surrendering to them. It’s like an unsaid declaration that you’ll love them forever.”

“Oh,” you nod, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling at his description, being about to relate to it.

“I know most people will just dismiss it as being kinky or some shit like that but I’m fine with it even if only a few get it. They’re the only ones who matter anyway,” Marco smiles as he looks up at you.

“So, you believe in an everlasting love?” you ask him.

“What else could one believe in? Why would it make sense to love someone only briefly as if saying ‘that’s all I have for you. No more than that!’? That’s crazy,” he scoffs.

“Right?” Your eyes light up, “That’s how I feel… if life is so fleeting, why would one add a love that's even more unstable to the equation? Why can't love exist beyond the volatility of life?”

“Exactly! Love can exist forever… maybe that’s the only thing that does,” he replies and you’re holding his gaze

“But forever doesn’t exist,” Eren interjects.

You blink your eyes as if the spell is broken and you both turn to look at Eren in surprise for having spoken for the first time, making his presence known in the room.

“Why do you say so?” you ask genuinely.

“Because it doesn't exist. A person's emotions are not permanent. One day they promise to give you the moon and the stars and the next day say that they’re not feeling it anymore. Isn’t it just better to not promise forever if they know their feelings won’t last that long? Can love not exist in its fickle state? Loving someone cements you in a place so you’re the only one stuck there if they decide to up and leave,” Eren explains with a straight face.

“But if you really love that person, shouldn’t you love without expectations?” Marco quizzes.

“Unrequited love? I’d rather be celibate,” Eren laughs, “Frankly speaking, isn't it just pathetic to love like that?”

“No, you love for you, not for them. Isn't it a strange responsibility to place on someone you love? Like ‘ok, I feel happy, I feel sad. It’s all because of you’... one would suffocate taking that responsibility,” Marco replies, unfazed as well. Your eyes move back and forth between the two men as they both make their case.

“And you’d be okay with that forever? Loving miserably forever?” Eren raises an eyebrow at him. 

You decide to speak up, “You don't need to love every person you ever loved forever! You can fall in love with the wrong person, let them go, wipe your slate clean before finally finding the right one for you.”

“So love doesn't last forever is what you’re getting at as well?” Eren smirks at you, feeling as if he was winning his argument.

“No. I’m saying forever starts when you find the one for you. So even if forever doesn’t exist as you say… why wouldn’t you want to love them till forever ends?,” you tilt your head as you try to figure out what he’s thinking.

He simply nods, going back to not speaking for the rest of the 20-something minutes. The whole time, Eren’s just looking at you as you chat some more with Marco. He doesn’t speak but you can feel Eren’s presence silently as if he were a phantom. 

In all the moments when you’re chatting away with Marco, when he’s giving your feet a quick massage to release the cramp, when he’s leaning closer in concentration to paint, when he blows over your feet to dry the paint and you giggle as you complain that it tickles, when he asks you to do a risque pose lying on the floor, arching your tangled feet in a way that’s too delicate, too intimate – Eren is silent throughout it all, as if he wanted to make his presence not known at that moment but couldn’t help but exist.

You pick your heels up, wishing Marco a good night and telling him that you’ll be looking forward to whatever painting he comes up with. Him and Eren also say goodbyes curtly before the latter walks out with you, insisting on taking you home.

You’re walking out barefeet, heels hooked in one hand and your bag in the other as you stay a step ahead to ignore him on purpose.

“You're not gonna wash it off?” he asks softly.

“When I get back home,” you say, still indifferent.

“Wanna wear my shoes?” He’s tailing a step behind you.

“No, thank you.”

And then suddenly you feel his hand on your waist and before you can ask him what the hell he was doing, he hoists you up to carry you in his arms, bridal style. You let out a yelp in surprise before you're quick to press your lips shut, clutching your bag and heels tightly.

“Eren! What is wrong with you!” you scold him with widened eyes and a frown on your face.

“Your feet will get dirty,” he's not looking at you, just ahead as he continues walking without breaking a sweat as if he wasn’t carrying a whole ass human.

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumble as you kick your legs back and forth in protest, “People are gonna stare.”

“There's no one around,” he says and he's right, mostly. Since it was starting to get dark, even those who had just been hanging around after class had also left. Mostly. 

A girl walks past you in the corridor, her eyes staying on you a bit longer as she grins in amusement at the way he's carrying you.

“Oh god,” you groan as you try to hide your face against his chest before mumbling under your breath, “you’re so annoying.”

You know he's being dramatic. 

But you let him.

Because in that moment, smelling the scent that only his body gives off, makes you feel a weird sense of intimacy, realising that you did, in fact, miss him. You’d die before admit it to him at that moment but you were liking being carried in his arms like this a little too much.

He only sets you down when you’re at the passenger side of the car. He opens the door for you but you take a step away to open the back door and settle in before closing it behind you. He waits for a second as if he wasn’t expecting you to act so cold before closing the front door and making his way to the driver’s seat.

The ride home is silent. It’s barely 5 minutes but feels like forever in that weird, awkward silence. You watch his well-defined arm muscles flex and you have to mentally slap yourself to not stare too much, or at least not to make it too obvious. When you’re in the parking lot of your apartment, you’re surprised he doesn't say anything because you were expecting an apology… or something. You can’t help but feel disappointed as he waves goodbye before driving off.

When you enter your apartment, you can hear your friends getting ready in Annie’s room. You quickly place the heels in the shoe rack before quietly walking over to your bathroom to wash your feet. You splash the cold water on your face as well as you let out an exaggerated sigh you weren’t even aware you’d been holding in.

“You’re back?” Minseo walks in, pulling you out of your reverie. You nod at her and see Annie peep from behind as well.

“I heard you modeled for Marco and Eren was jealous?” Minseo wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“What?” you scoff.

“Come on, he was jealous!” Annie makes her point sternly and you’re certain she’d exaggerated the story when retelling it to Minseo.

“Drop it guys, I don’t really feel too thrilled about Eren,” you sigh.

“Ok, something definitely happened between you two. I’m tired of pretending it didn’t,” Minseo tuts in annoyance.

“I don’t know,” you chew at the skin over your lip, an anxious habit that you’d been developing once again, “I don’t like how he makes me feel. I feel too uncertain as if he will also fuck and leave, ya know what I mean? I like him but you know what happened with my ex… if I can even call him that.”

“That guy?” Annie rolls her eyes, “we could sense he was a douche from miles away. You were the only one who believed otherwise.”

“Ouch,” you chuckle awkwardly. Your last situationship that had ended more than a year ago was bad for your heart to say the least – he was the one who gave you massive distrust in relationships. He’d acted as if you were the only one in the world but wanted to keep it ‘casual’. Stupid you for believing the ‘casual’ could turn into something more because before you knew it, the man had straight up ghosted you after having his fun with you. You were far from a naive small town girl, you’d had your fair share of talking stages and two relationships that led nowhere in the past but being ghosted so brutally had given you trust issues and you were not ready to test how much you could bend before reaching your breaking point. So, it was easier to not give Eren the benefit of the doubt at all rather than risk him ruining your heart.

As Annie sees you lost in thought, she intervenes, “Look, as your friends, we knew what a dick that guy was and now we know what kind of guy Eren is… and something tells me he’s different. Just a hunch… it won’t harm you to talk to him and at least know for sure what’s going on between you two.”

“Or let loose, fuck him good till you’re satisfied and end it whenever you want. Casual,” Minseo smiles. You roll your eyes at her as she gives advice you know you’d never take.

“What are we talking about?” Sasha is next. You’re taken aback, not aware that she was here as well.

“Eren,” Minseo says and you frown at her, wondering if your love-life has become a public discussion.

“Oh, right, did you guys start dating?” Sasha asks you.

“Why would you say that?” you ask her, as confused as ever.

“Because… it’s obvious?” Sasha says, “Connie and I were betting that he’d ask you out soon.”

“Well, I guess it is obvious to everyone but him, apparently,” you chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all.

You shoo them all out, “Okay, let me get ready.”

You hated such moments of uncertainty. Not knowing whether your liking for Eren was stronger than your disdain of his strange behaviour, or whether he liked you more than just keeping it casual. Then you start to wonder what kind of boyfriend he’d be, how would being  domestic with him feel like, how would him touching you feel like, and the sex? Would his reputation precede him?

Dude, snap out of it!

You lightly slap your cheeks to get rid of the confusing thoughts of Eren clouding your mind. You’re quick to get ready since this was the first time you were going clubbing in months and despite everything, you were looking forward to it.

At your friends’ recommendation, you decide on a tiny black dress that borderlines classy except for the short length that gives away its promiscuity. You pair it with matching delicate heels, putting on makeup that’s a bit more provocative than usual, checking yourself out in the mirror one last time, pleased at your choice. If you were going to make Eren yearn for you, you had to do it right.

Armin arrives soon, visibly stunned upon seeing Annie and simping like a love fool before the rest of you are teasing the hell out of them and he’s driving your whole group to the club with a pink flush on his cheeks that’s part embarrassment and part infatuation for his girlfriend.

You find Eren sitting at the booth with the rest of the guys when you reach. As the whole group squeezes in together, the air is filled with chatter and loud music that makes it hard to distinguish words unless the person is yelling in your ear.

It’s brief but between all this, your eyes meet his. You were laughing at a joke Sasha had cracked and your smile slowly fades the more you stare at him, replaced by a poker face trying to mask the strange attraction you feel at how handsome he looks.

What Eren does next has you blushing despite yourself. He mouths a ‘wow’ at you, sober eyes almost twinkling, seemingly intoxicated by the way you look in that dress. 

You break eye contact to keep yourself from forgetting that you’re trying not to fall for him. Reiner bringing a tray of shot glasses for the whole group serves as a good distraction. As you drink the tequila and suck on the piece of lemon, it makes you wince and scrunch your face and it has you, Minseo and Sasha giggling together as if you were teenagers doing something crazy for the first time.

Jean and Connie bring in two more rounds of shots of vodka and jager-bombs – the joke is not lost on the group as everyone makes sure to cheer a ‘Jaeger’ at Eren before drinking it, making him roll his eyes at the antics. 

With every passing minute, you feel your head buzzing and heart thumping as Minseo is pulling you by the hand to dance with the sizable crowd that had gathered on the dance floor. Despite wearing heels, the alcohol is giving you the raw confidence to dance your heart out and you dance till you can feel a bit of sweat forming on your hairline. Although the AC is set to the lowest temperature possible, you feel hot and excuse yourself to look for some water.

As you gulp the ice cold water at the bar, you giggle at the way Sasha is twerking on some random girl since Minseo had gone back to your table in the corner. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see it’s Eric, a student from another university who’d also submitted his piece at last year’s art fair. His work had been displayed next to yours and it was stunning… so stunning that you almost felt overshadowed at having such an amazing painting next to yours. However, after talking to him, you found out that he had felt the same way about your painting. In all honesty, while you’d found him attractive at first, you’d avoided talking to the guy soon after because his vibe had seemed a bit off – a little too pushy for your liking.

Nevertheless, now that he was here in front of you, you can’t help but greet him like an old friend.

“Eric! How have you been?” you squeal a little too enthusiastically due to the effects of the shots you’d consumed.

“Better now that I found you,” he leans in to give you a side hug, hand lingering briefly around your waist before pulling away.

While you’re busy talking to Eric, leaning in to hear him better, you fail to notice that Eren is staring daggers at you two.

“What’s the deal with that guy?” Eren enquires.

Minseo, who’s sipping on a martini, follows his line of vision and giggles, “Oh, is that Eric?”

Eren waits for further explanation.

“Oh yeah, it is Eric!” she’s squinting her eyes, talking to herself before blabbering on, “They’d met before at an art fair at the end of first sem… you see, my dear bestie is talented and hot so it’s kind of a deadly combo.”

“Does he like her or something?” Eren frowns, there’s irritation in his voice that she fails to notice in her drunken state. Minseo simply snorts.

“What?” Eren’s unsure why she finds this amusing.

She giggles, “He’s told her he feels inspired by her and shit like that so he wants to paint her… nude.”

Eren’s frown deepens at this, “He’s clearly into her, isn’t that just an artistic excuse to get into her pants? Why’s she still entertaining him?”

“Oh no, she sees through his bullshit obv–,” Minseo pauses, looking at Eren to observe his displeased face for the first time, “oh my god, you like her!”

Eren doesn’t reply as he intently observes you from afar. Suddenly, Eric leans forward till his lips are uncomfortably close to your ear, trying to say something. You giggle as you tilt your head, taking half a step back to create some distance between you – it’s enough to make Eren stand up abruptly.

“Wow, okay, you go Eren!” Minseo giggles, the alcohol talking now.

Eren walks towards you, trying to keep his composure. He’s quick to make his way across the room to you, taking steady strides with an annoyed yet determined look on his face.

“Hi, mind if I steal her?” Eren’s voice is stern and you turn to look at him as if he were intruding.

“Uh–” Eric begins.

“Thanks,” Eren doesn’t wait for his answer before taking your hand and pulling you to the dancefloor with him. You haphazardly place the water bottle on the bar counter as you walk behind him.

“Ouch, rude,” you tease grumpily when he stops and turns to face you in the middle of the crowd.

“He’s the one who's rude for trying to steal my girl,” Eren says plainly, eyes flicking back to where Eric was left stranded.

“Your girl?” You ask and he nods. You squint your eyes at him in disapproval, “Yeah more like one out of one million.” 

“Nah, you’re my one in a million,” he grins.

“Come on man, you’re better than this corny shit, ‘Ren,” you can’t help but laugh and cringe at his words.

“You like this corny shit,” his hands rest on your hips as he guides your body to the rhythm of the music.

“Debatable,” you hum and you pout your lip in thought. This makes Eren’s eyes linger there for a second before he’s looking at your eyes once again. 

“I missed you.”

“Also debatable,” you laugh.

“Hey!” he protests, digging his fingers into your skin.

“Fine. Maybe I missed you a tiny bit too,” you snake your arms around his nape, the alcohol making you bolder.

There’s silence as you dance slowly to the fast pop sound that was remixed to death.

“I’m afraid to be the only one left after forever,” Eren breaks the silence.

“Huh?” you lean closer, not sure if you heard him right.

“The answer to your question,” he says, referring to the conversation about love you had earlier.

Oh.

“So if you’re alone from the start, there are no expectations. No surprises after forever. No disappointments?” you giggle.

“Yup,” he smiles back as he pulls your body closer.

“What an awfully lonely way to live,” you note without having a filter on your thoughts.

“Better than getting your heart broken, don't you think?”

“If I was worried about my heart, I wouldn’t be here in your arms,” you say it before even realising the words had slipped you, feeling your heart race at the confession. 

He leans down till his lips touch your earlobe, “But you know… I don't know if I can believe in forever just yet, but if I were to give my heart to someone at the risk of it breaking… I’d gladly give it to you.”

“Eren!” you scold him, as if not wanting him to make fake promises.

His hands roam over your lower back, tracing the curve of your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Yes?”

“Don’t break my heart,” you tell him as you hesitantly place your hands over his chest.

“Promise,” he whispers before biting on your earlobe. You tilt your head as it tickles but don’t pull away from his touch and it causes a victorious grin to plaster on his face so cockily.

As if on cue, a slow sensual song starts playing, giving him the free pass to trace your silhouette with firm yet soft hands. His hands land on your hips as he turns you around till your back is pressed against his front, guiding you to grind against him. You feel your stomach lurch at the words that come out of his mouth next.

“Look at him. He doesn’t seem pleased at all,” Eren whispers in your ear as his hand presses your body firmly onto his, “Wanna make him jealous.”

“Eren!” you scold as you slap his arm playfully. You look at Eric briefly before twisting your neck to look back at Eren, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“What?” Eren kisses your cheek playfully.

“Just shut up and dance,” you roll your eyes, still grinding your hips back, feeling the tiny tent in his pants starting to appear.

“You want me to shut up?” he raises an eyebrow at you.

You nod.

“Okay, anything for you madam,” he brings a hand up to cup your jaw firmly as he cranes his neck to lean in and kiss you without wasting another second. This causes you to whimper into his mouth as you bring a hand back up at his nape to play with the tiny hair there.

You part your lips to willingly let his tongue dance with yours. You turn around to face him completely without breaking the kiss and Eren’s hands shamelessly grab your ass, staying there without any hesitation. As your lips part, you both breathe heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, smiling triumphantly.

“You have any idea how pretty and sexy and gorgeous you look tonight?” he groans as he tugs at your bottom lip before letting it go. You giggle, blushing hard, feeling lightheaded and not knowing how to reply to that.

“You’re alright too, Jaeger,” you stick your tongue out to tease him.

“Is that so?” he smiles as his head dips to kiss the spot below your ear and you have to try hard not to moan in the middle of the crowd — not that it would matter since you weren’t the only ones brazenly making out there.

When Eren sucks on the spot, you swear you see stars as you feel your nipples get hard. Your voice is breathless and whiny as you whisper his name, tugging his hair to make him stop.

“Wanna get out of here?” Eren looks up with a lust-ridden gaze as he nuzzles his nose against yours in that particular way he likes to.

You nod.

“My place?” he asks and you nod again eagerly.

“Okay,” he smiles as he claims your lips with his once again, tongue sliding in your mouth with masterful skill, altering between smooching and biting your bottom lip. You feel light headed as your hands caress his face gently. With your body pressed into his tightly, you can feel his hard bulge poke over your dress.

You chuckle into the kiss when you realise how hard he is. Eren shuts you up, sucking your face once again, almost knocking the oxygen out of your lungs to leave you gasping for air.

“What’s gotten into you?” you heave as your chest rises and falls heavily.

“Not sure but you know what’s getting into you later tonight?” he laughs.

“Real classy,” you crinkle your face at the crass joke as you shake your head at him, “Stop talking before I change my mind.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he challenges cockily as he grabs your hand to pull you away from the crowd and towards the exit. 

“Sure, after I use the restroom… need to pee,” you giggle as you stop in your tracks, leaving him near the exit before making your way to the toilet.

You’re glad there’s no line as you rush in. When you’re done peeing, you’re about to get out of your cubicle but stop when you hear two girls mention Eren. You’re not sure if your ears were ringing but you freeze as you hear them talk.

“Eren is here?” 

“Yeah! He’s at the gate,” the other voice squeals.

“When was the last time you hooked up with him?” the previous girl gasps.

“Not that long ago… but I'm totally gonna sleep with him tonight. A dick that good shouldn’t go to waste,” she laughs, “How do I look?”

Having heard enough, you flush once again as if to not make it seem like you were eavesdropping before walking out of the stall. You wash your hands at the basin, noticing how pretty both the girls were as they stood readjusting their dresses. 

Of course! Cause why wouldn't Eren fuck a pretty girl?!

One of the girls takes two steps towards the door, her friend calls out, “Emi! You’ll need these!” as she waves two stray packs of condoms her way.

You feel sick and want to puke and it's not due to the alcohol. You walk out quickly, taking fast and quick steps as a thousand questions race through your head. Of course you knew about Eren's reputation from the get go and it never really bothered you before. But what was stabbing you from inside was the way the girl was talking about him as if he were still up for grabs. You want to ask him everything. Why didn't he make it clear to her that he was getting serious about someone else? Wasn’t this the same girl who’d texted him that day? Or was he keeping his options open? Wanted to wet his dick somewhere else in case you were to reject him again? Or was she just a stupid girl who couldn't get the hint?

But none of these questions come out of your mouth when you finally step out into the cold night and walk to where he is.

“I'm going home. I don't feel good,” you avoid his gaze as you inform.

Eren is concerned, “What happened?” he cups your face before moving his hand to press it on your forehead, “You okay?”

You pull his hand off, “Yeah.”

“What's wrong baby?” He cooes as he pats your head gently.

You try hard to bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something rude but there’s an itch that needs to be scratched, “Funny thing… Do you know who I ran into in the washroom?”

“Huh?” He’s as confused as ever at you being so cold all of a sudden.

“Do you happen to know a certain someone named Emi? I’m not sure how she has the most perfect timing but this is the second time she’s come between us and I don't know what to think of it,” you fold your hands over your chest.

“Emi is here?” he’s surprised, “Well, how does that matter? We live in the same city, we’re bound to run into other people!”

You close your eyes as you take a deep breath, “Eren, for fuck’s sake… did you tell her not to contact you because you were no longer interested in being her– whatever it was that you guys had?”

“No?” he’s clueless and confused as if he doesn’t understand why it’s a big deal.

“Okay. Let me spell it out for you! Do you still have your options open?”

“No?” his eyebrows furrow, “You know I like you. Why does anything else matter? I literally told you minutes ago.”

“Well, I overheard her talk that she was gonna try and seduce you. If you really want to be with me only, why does she still think she has a chance?” you feel frustrated and want to cry but you’re trying your best not to seem like an overly emotional wuss.

“I don’t get you. You’ve been pushing me away for 2 damn months. I have not even opened Hinge and shit on my phone ever since I realised I liked you a lot more than just to keep things casual. But you know what? We’re still getting nowhere? What’s there to tell? You leave me hanging every single time! What are we? Because to me– I’m not sure whether you even like me. I just feel like your boy toy.”

The frown that was deepening on your face relaxes at the last sentence. You suddenly feel as if you have no energy to fight with him right now when his accusations were so baseless and deflecting his own mistakes.

You sigh, “Alright.”

“What?” He's challenging you.

“I’m leaving. Go have fun with Emi or other 10 girls who line up for you. I don’t give a shit,” you begin to walk past him to where the cabs are lined up.

But before you can go any further, Eren is gripping you by the arm to make you stop. He pulls you back, taking a step forward at the same time till you’re close enough to smell his perfume.

“What do you want?” you look up at him, eyebrows knitted again.

“I’ve told you that a million times before. I want you,” he presses a palm against your cheek, rubbing your skin gently.

“And you’ll want someone else tomorrow! Big deal!” you don’t falter, the crease on your forehead deeper than ever.

“Please,” he sighs as he pulls his phone out, “This is what you want to see?”

He hands you the phone with his chats with Emi. He wasn’t lying. He had simply ghosted her – there were no replies from his side to any of her texts since you’d started talking. And then you scroll up to see that the last time he’d texted her was the day of your first date, only now realising that he’d bailed that night for her.

While you want to be happy that he wasn’t lying, you feel weird when you think that a random fuck-buddy of his had eclipsed your relationship with him from the beginning. Maybe you were being too stubborn but the night was already ruined beyond repair and you weren’t in the mood to fix it now. You didn’t want to, letting your pride get the best of you.

“Happy?” he asks, “If you still don’t trust me then feel free to check other texts as well.”

You know his tone isn’t malicious. For the first time you sense panic in his voice.

“Eren, I’m gonna say this one last time. I don’t care if you fucked a hundred people before me. Things of the past don’t matter… but why do I feel like it’s not a thing of the past? You have never made your intentions clear with her. If you really wanted to go all in with me, you should’ve deleted all your dating apps when you started liking me and wanted to date me!”

“As if you don’t have guys around you all the time? There’s Marco, Jean, oh and Eric! Each time I see you hang out with them, I wonder if I’m not the only one for you. I’ve told you I want you. Have you ever once said the same to me?” His grip on your arm tightens.

“Please? You’re comparing two things that can’t be compared. Marco is just a friend, as for Jean and Eric, they’ve never approached me as boldly as your dear fuck-buddy does! I’ve never fucked either of the guys! You can’t say the same for her,” you push a finger at his chest, out of breath, “you’re the one guy I’ve kissed after being single for more than a year! If that’s not enough indication that I want to date you and be with you, then I don’t know what is!”

He’s quiet, biting the inside of his cheek once again. But you’re not the only one whose ego has taken front seat in this conversation. Eren hated losing this and hated that you made sense. He had thought he was doing everything right to get the girl after a long time. Wouldn't it be such a joke if he were to confess that he couldn’t even do such a simple thing right?

So instead, he spits venom, “So, what you’re getting at is that I should've I gone around telling her, ‘there’s this girl who’s giving me blue balls instead of giving me a chance so just get lost, don't bother me?’”

You feel disheartened, you’d thought he was starting to get your point.

“Okay. Fine! Go to her then and leave me the fuck alone!” you try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp, “At least she’s giving you clear signals right? Go fix your blue balls with her.”

“Goddamnit! I'm with you right now, aren't I?” His grip doesn’t budge.

“You’re hurting me,” your other hand tries to shove him in the chest but he’s way too strong for it to have any effect on him.

The cherry on the top is when you hear the same sultry voice from before call out his name, “Hi Rennie!”

You scoff, smiling at the irony and Eren feels his heart drop to his stomach. He closes his eyes to take a deep breath.

“I don’t think I have anything else to say to you anymore,” as much as you were trying not to show your sadness, the tone of your voice gives it away.

“Please,” Eren sighs softly, “I’ll make her go away.”

“Eren. Just go. My heart can't take this,” your voice trembles ever so slightly, “Whatever this was… it’s over.”

“Please?” He's pleading now. 

You look over his shoulder to see that the girl is waiting a few steps behind, seemingly choosing to ignore the way you’re standing so close to him. For a split second, you wonder if you should kiss him to snatch that stupid smirk off her face, but you decide against it. What would the foundation of your relationship look like if you gave into your pettiness right now? Isn’t something as messy as this what you were trying to avoid since the beginning? 

You meet his eyes, heart twisting as you land the final blow, “You know what? I regret going on that first date with you. No, scratch that… I regret ever meeting you at all! Just repainting my damaged painting would’ve been a million times better than running to you on that football field.”

Your eyes well up when you see the wounded look in his eyes as his grip on your arm loosens. He looks sad, a genuine hurt and defeat visible on his face. He’s still staring into your eyes, lost and trying to find anything there that would betray your bitter words. The part of you that holds so much affection for him wants to hug him and say you’re sorry and that you didn’t mean what you just said. But you’d said it already, and it had already marked the end of you two.

You’re quick to turn around to not show the tears that spill as you quickly walk away from him, not waiting to hear what he had to say, if he had anything to say at all.

~ fin ~

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10 (a)

[crowleysmistress]

Sam's Natal Chart

Data Used:

Sam Winchester

Lawrence, Kansas, United States

May 2, 1983, 12:10 AM

Data provided by @mostlymarvelgirl

Chart analysis done by Crowleysmistress

First Impressions

Triple Earth (Sun/Moon/Ascendent)- Astrology divides signs up in 4 types, Earth, Water, Air or Fire. We also have the BIG 3,  which are basically the three signs that provide most information on a person’s character. In Sam’s case these 3 are all in an Earth sign.  My first reaction was of surprise. This man is a hunter, I am used to seeing him in action (so think of fire, while Earth is slower) but yes as soon as I let that first gut reaction fall away it clicked. He is the researcher, the Lore master, the one who does the prep work, the more methodical one. All very earth related fields.

Chart Shape- The chart is shaped like an envelope or what is also known as the mystical rectangle. This leads the person to outwardly project as calm, balanced and righteous. Hiding their problems inside the envelope, not to be shared with the external world. Intelligent, practical, with clear standards and a deep understanding of human nature. They keep their own depressive inclinations tucked inwards.

Quick note- almost, almost had the Lucifer’s Rectangle -I went wild and was about to shit myself because Sam- Lucifer’s vessel with the already rare mystical rectangle to also have it be the uber rare Lucifer rectangle - I’ll admit I wanted to do some chart rectification to see if I could get it to match up or to say -yeah he does and screw it. But I didn’t want to invest the hours needed to do a chart rectification so we’ll keep the birth hour as provided and say ohh so close but not a Lucifer’s Rectangle because of the Sagittarius Neptune which is a fire sign and Lucifer’s Rectangle has to be all in a water or earth sign.  

Stellium- In astrology a stellium is when you have 3 or more planets in the same sign or house. Sam has a 5th house stellium in Taurus with the Sun, Mercury, Chiron & Mars. The 5th house controls play, sports, sex, drama/theater, competition, children and is a fire driven background (Leo) but in this chart is being occupied by Taurus an Earth sign. 

The Sun is his identity, so despite being an Earth sign he will have that fire inspo and need for action, that desire to compete and drama, play acting heavily influencing his life. 

Quick note- this is using Whole Signs which is the oldest House system for Western systems and the closest for Hellenistic practitioners. However if you convert to Placidus which is what the majority of the free websites give you it will still give you a stellium in the 5th with the other 3 listed below but the Sun will land in the 4 house in Aries. So you still get the same fire and action read that I mention here but the 4th house rules roots, family and tradition which would make it a contentious relationship with his roots- also a fair reading.  

Mars being here as well gives us that body, the Taurus brings in the discipline, for both the eating habits, an exercise regimen, working out but this is someone who likes competing. He would do extremely well playing sports and competing against others.

Mercury controls how he thinks and communicates, now two things first it’s at the end of the sign 25.32 and also being in RX (retrograde) which means that he is constantly swallowing his words. Going over what he wants to say before he says them. In the constant process of editing his thoughts before he expresses them.

Since it is in the 5th house of theater and acting he can communicate better when the situations are rehearsed, or pretend -hence in his role as a fed (FBI, Fish & Wildlife, Homeland, Sheriffs, CDC etc) he is more eloquent than in his personal expression. 

Chiron rounds out this stellium, which is something that tracks. Chiron is the wounded healer, it represents a person’s core wounds and how they can overcome them. Sam having Chiron in the same place as his Sun, means that he sees himself as his wounds and doesn’t separate the two. Now, Chiron being in the 5th house means that he has a need for validation, he shows a false front, is addicted to action, intensity and to being loved. (That little brother learned helplessness is part of this Chiron showing up!)

The fifth house stellium gives Sam some great gifts too, I already mentioned that S6 body! Discipline, a healthy hedonism, empowering others to self-express, playfulness and competition which we often see with Dean in those brother prank wars.

Fights with him will often center on more earthly matters, organization, bills, materials, schedules, going to college, what food they are going to eat. Physical things. As well as a physical expression of fighting - hence why fights normally go the physical route quickly.

Planetary Placements     

Sun in the 5th house- (see more information above) this is a natural placement for the Sun and therefore well-aspected in Sun-like endeavours. Vitality, pride, energy, creativity, intelligence, leadership, taking risks these things will not seem difficult to the person with a 5th house Sun. Interesting to note that although this house controls children, they tend to have difficulties having children and often enter paternity/maternity later in life. As we saw happen to Sam who was in his late 30’s when he had Dean Jr. 

Moon in the 1rst house conjunct to his Ascendent- The first house normally provides the blueprint for physical characteristics. The Ascendent is what a person is supposed to work towards in their life. So Sam is supposed to work on becoming who he feels like because they are the same sign, they also are an ellevated version of his Sun sign. 

Quick note- The Ascendent also known as the Rising sign can change every 2 hours depending on time of birth. When a person’s time of birth is unknown either a midnight or noon time is used and a chart rectification technique is used based on major life events. However, I am using a birth time provided by mostlymarvelgirl on Tumblr. They got it from a SPN website, the birth time would have coincided with the Ascendent of a midnight so I wasn’t too worried, plus the read felt accurate. The rest of the placements would not have been affected by a change in birth time. Honestly, the only other rising that would have felt right would have been Scorpio so a birth time of 8pm to 10pm but that would have made him uberly focused on relationships. Plus made the aspects discussed below in Saturn the main aspect of his emotions and we clearly saw that Sam tended to push them down.  

The moon is how a person feels emotionally, how they nurture and feel nurtured. The moon also rules how they respond to stimuli, what calms them, their emotional make-up and domestic preferences. Now, when a person has the moon in their first house they tend to be very emotional, except Sam’s moon is Capricorn which is considered a hard placement as it is ruled by Saturn the planet of discipline. 

  A Capricorn Moon is normally seen as detached, overly focused on the result, workaholic, practical, structured, ambitious and can suffer from a victim mentality. They can be pessimistic and will squash their Moon’s need for nurturing. They detach and suppress emotions, preferring to keep themselves busy rather than to face intense emotions. 

Quick note- when reading a chart to determine chart rulership you look at the Ascendent, here it is Capricorn, so the chart ruler is Saturn. To determine major life themes you look at where the chart ruler is, so Saturn is in the 11th house in Scorpio. So, I basically had to take a 2 hour break and ponder if Kripke was a genius, just lucky or if he in his intents to purge himself just gave us all this… because I figure that he doesn’t know astrology. Go ahead and read Saturn and scream into the void with me.        

Mercury in the 5th is explained above, the only thing to add is that Mercury also controls siblings, which is central in Sam’s life, making his communication more fiery and theatrical, perhaps even playful with Dean. 

In these Mercury aspects it is nifty to note that a Quincunx to Pluto brings about affinity to dead languages, such as Latin & Greek and is a good combination for any kind of researcher or detective. In sadder aspects the 1 degree orb between Chiron and Pluto makes it difficult to talk about his trauma. Also, as he was born during Mercury Retrograde, when it is Mercury RX it will be easier to communicate for him. Mercury is in retrograde about 20% of the year.  

Mars in the 5th is explained above, I’d add that Mars is the planet whose energy is the center of the house -making it the strongest of the whole stellium in its expression. Mars will be responsible for the fight to survive and resourcefulness and courage. 

Venus in the 6th house in Gemini is the best definition of sapiosexual and needing to constantly work to feel useful. Therefore finding it natural to incorporate relationships into their daily life and usually finding love at work, or having relationships with work partners.  

Jupiter- in the 12th house in Sagittarius is a beautiful placement for the planet of expansion, wisdom, faith, belief and meaning of life. Jupiter makes everything grow - now being in the 12th house would make everything related to the 12th house of more significance in Sam’s life. The 12th house is the one that controls the unconscious, dreams, intuition and is linked to karma and spiritual evolution (it’s the last one on the wheel and so the last one before moving on in a soul manner). It speaks to what is hidden, which can mean everything from jails, mental institutions, secrets, the subconscious mind and dreams. The Cage would be highlighted here, as he would be hidden, locked away and is also in another realm. Jupiter expands his connection to that stay/experience.

Sam’s Jupiter is retrograde in the 12th house which holds him back, and makes his expansion one that is limited to himself. His growth won’t come until he deals with the emotions that he has hidden and buried. Also, Stanford, the chart says no, because of that Jupiter RX, which controls the studies and going away. 

Neptune & Uranus, similar to Jupiter, particularly for Neptune where this is the natural placement, these planets should be in these spots. A 12th house Uranus is an undercover rebel, while a 12th house Neptune is born a spiritual person who operates in solitude-and I think we saw that so often in the show where Sam was practicing magic on his own. 

The most interesting part of the Neptune 12th house is that it tends to not accept or recognize boundaries. The unwillingness to work within certain limits is what allows the possibility of magic, intangible, and exceptional. Or even of life, and that is what allows him to cross the boundaries of death so easily. 

Quick note: I would assume Dean has this same placement, not only because of their behaviors but because the last 3 planets are generational planets where everyone in a decade has the same placement because of how slowly these planets move. 

Saturn in the 11th house in Scorpio -okay warning -this is going to get deep, sad and triggering. Stop the chart reading now if you have thus far enjoyed it and go, yep that sounded like Sam W. that was fun. Thanks for reading. 

First, Saturn is Sam’s ruling planet, we established that when we said his Rising sign was Capricorn. Honestly, Saturn as a ruling planet is a bit of a boner killer because Saturn is all about rules, discipline, and establishing limits. Often teaching lessons through pain and fear. (oh fun!)

Now Sam has it in his 11th house, the house that rules friends, grassroots, humanity, charity -so in normal circumstances he would be a group leader, an organizer. However he has it retrograde, so he is alienated from groups, lacks friends and can’t connect with those organizations and charities he believes in. And, let’s make it worse, it’s in Scorpio, so he will keep secrets from those friends, groups and organizations that he in other circumstances would have organized and led. Yeah, Jess, never would have found out about the SPN and Stanford, never to be completed. 

But wait, there’s more! Sam has his Saturn conjunct to Pluto. This aspect introduces hardships at an early age, usually making one of the parents very strict (Sam’s Pluto is in his 10th house usually associated with the parent figure associated with the father figure- just saying there is a tag on AO3 called John Winchester's A+ parenting). These restrictions tend to shape the person’s character. The conjunction of Saturn and Pluto is also visible on charts of people that suffer early childhood loss (Pilot episode!) and early deprivation (how he was raised?)  On the positive side he learned patience, self-reliance and resourcefulness. Saturn also feeds in a natural ambition and natural survival instincts that are above average. Overall, Saturn as chart ruler provides endurance.

Pluto in the 10th house in Libra conjunct Saturn (chart ruler), conjunct MC (public image), trine North Node (what your soul is supposed to learn in this lifetime), sextile Ascendent (how others see you). 

First the easy part, Libra in the 10th house is very good for a legal career, or a political career or something with beauty related fields. Sammy would have done great as a lawyer if life and demons didn’t get in the way. We see remnants of his fairness and ability to be the one to negotiate in different moments of the show. We also see his beauty throughout, and how he cares for his hair, sideburns and even little accessorizing details on his jeans etc even in the standard fare of hunter jean and flannels.

The father part I mentioned above already. 

TW- Again, Pluto tends to intensify the feeling of any planet it touches. Sam’s chart from the 10th house to the 1rst are all under the influence of Pluto. The MidHeaven, what everyone can see is Pluto, the underworld. The 11th house is Saturn, his chart ruler, and then isolation in the 12th through Jupiter and the first house his moon and ascendant being Saturn again, reflecting right back to the 11th which is the Saturn in Scorpio, Scorpio being ruled by Pluto who is right there next to it in conjunction, touching it. Now you may ask what's so bad about this Pluto fellow, can’t be worse than the Saturn kid.

Pluto represents the underworld, including the uglier aspects of the collective unconscious. Often when a planet is touched by Pluto there is a feeling of violation that is quickly buried and may not resurface until the right transit, but the fear haunts the owner- usually through compulsive disorders. There is the fear of rape, and the remembering on some level of it having happened before and a constant battle to try and fortify oneself against it happening again in the future. 

There is the element of secrecy, as Pluto is the holder of secrets and things hidden away and things that are uncovered and unburied. Then there is the more chilling aspect of the one who is set apart for consecrated use, of a king, holy one, god. (Lucifer, for example.)

There are too many examples in the show to list, as there are so many aspects that I listed right after Pluto in Sam’s chart - all these areas are affected by this and the conjunction to Saturn means that it in turn #it something that he takes and tries to create a rule or discipline for it. And the saddest part is that it’s the 10th & 11th house- everyone can see it but he thinks he is keeping it a secret.   

So on that depressing note I conclude my chart analysis! 

[imsobadatnicknames2]

What would you say is the best level in each game of the Thief trilogy / what's your favourite level in each game if it's different from the best one?

For Thief 1 I'd definitely say The Sword is both the best level and my favorite. The curveball of breaking into what at first seems like a pretty standard rich guy mansion only for the space to slowly start getting more bizarre and nonsensical the deeper in you go, and how easy it is to get turned around because you have no map to give you an idea of where you are is such a cool experience. It's legitimately the high point of the game. And there's just so much weird stuff off the beaten path... I've played through the game a few times and I swear every time I do I find some new weird thing in this level that I had never stumbled upon before. That being said, for the Gold edition specifically Song of the Caverns is a strong second place for me.

For Thief II I agree with the general consensus that Life of the Party is the best level. The sequence of travelling along the rooftops to Angelwatch is so cool, there's so much side stuff to do and so much cool environmental storytelling and it really gives a lot of character to the City (which was disappointingly lacking in Ambush!, the other outdoor urban level in the game), and once you infiltrate the party at Angelwatch it's like another whole entire level worth of stuff there too. However, my favorite level has to be First City Bank and Trust. It's so tightly designed and interconnected and legitimately some of the most impressive level design in the dark engine. Like... Life of the Party is impressive in its scope and the variety of things it presents you with, but First City Bank and Trust as a single building is just much more impressively designed than any individual location in Life of the Party, including Angelwatch itself.

I'm gonna be honest, in general I'm not a big fan of the level design in Thief: Deadly Shadows, it's a step down from the first two games in almost every aspect except graphical fidelity, but a lot of people really like The Cradle and it definitely is both the best level of the game and my favorite because the atmosphere and the storytelling are legitimately impressive. I'm not a big fan of horror levels in the Thief games in general so this one really nails it for me to consider it my favorite in the game. That being said, this is the one level in the entire game that would benefit the most from not having a loot objective. It kinda kills the entire vibe when you effectively finish the level, having soaked in all the atmosphere and story, and instead of ending on a high note you have to spend 10 minutes backtracking through the entire thing because you can't leave until you get 90% of the loot in the level and you're missing a piece to reach the objective.

[stephaniebrownslover]

[Kieran Valentine Backstory Headcanons—Part 1/?]

Timeline: Him becaming a vampire and his first days as one

Okay so I was thinking about Valentine's backstory before everything, and I saw someone saying he was a war veteran (?) but when I searched for it, I couldn't find it anywhere.

So. I kindaaaa designed my own headcanon backstory for him and I swear I wasn't planning to add this much angst. (if I'm not exaggerating, this one is a bit angsty)

Anyways, this is suck and so OOC and I hateeeeee it.

Edit: omggggg why this shit is pure angst I HATE it, I wanted to make hurt/comfort with some cute moments, not hurt/no comfort and this took so that I couldn't add anything nice in it and this sucks:(((

Trigger Warnings: blood, manipulation, mention of death, self-hatred, general vampire themes

Note:

Monster High wiki says this about vampires

It also says this about Valentine

So I like to think he doesn't drink blood, that's why his eyes are pink :3

How he became a vampire

Valentine hated vampires with a burning passion. His father, who was his role model, who he wanted to be just like him when he grew up, died during a brutal attack by a vampire in hunger crisis when he was just 10 years old. Little Valentine, who witnessed this with his own eyes, hated vampires.

Until he turned 17, he began to kill vampires, who stole his life from him, by his own capabilites. Although he was still very young, he was hunting vampires without caring about what would happen to himself, thanks to his heart burning with hatred.

Of course, he wasn't as good at this as an adult, he couldn't even get close, but back then, Valentine's name was easily heard at the vampire council, since no one dared to do what would happen to them after killing a vampire. Most people didn't know the existince of vampires, and the ones who knee, were feared of them.

Stoker, who was assigned to take care of this business personally, decided to pay a visit to this novice hunter.

Completely headcanon: In order for a person to turn into a vampire, vampire blood must be mixed with their own blood.

There was a fight that lasted quite a short time, in which Valentine was deadly wounded. Stoker dropped his guard when he was about to suck the blood of Valentine, who was on the verge of death. Stoker had underestimated Valentine's hate too much.

Stoker's blood dripped on Valentine, who stabbed his sword into him just as the vampire's teeth were about to touch his neck. And Valentine, who does not know how people turn into vampires, was unaware that the vampire blood smeared on his open wounds would change his life forever.

He had turned into something he hated. He had become a terrible monster that he would have preferred to die a thousand times rather than to live as one.

He hated himself. He hated that his wounds healed so quickly, he hated some of his teeth fell out and new ones came out instead, he hated that his vision was getting better and better. He hated, hated, hated it.

But more importantly, he was afraid of himself.

Valentine, who started sobbing, did not know what to do. He was frozen. He had reached his hands to his teeth, trying to make sense of what was happening. But he couldn't even think of anything.

Valentine, who accidentally turned into a vampire, did not know what to do, he was in such a scared state that Stoker decided to show mercy for the first time in the hundreds of years he has lived and will live. The main reason for this was that he was quite impressed by Valentine's stubbornness.

However, of course, the older vampire would not deign to be nice to someone who did not have his own interests for no reason.

Stoker had agreed to take the young one between his poisoned arms in order to make him his henchman, who was charged with doing his own work. And there was no need for the boy who was standing in front of Stoker's, and disgusted with himself to know about it.

When Stoker bent down and held out his hand to him, Valentine looked at the gloved hand that was standing in front of him in tears. He did not know what he was supposed to do. He didn't know what was the right decision. Time had stopped for him, and it would never flow the same way again. At least, for him.

Stoker said a few sentences to convince him. But when he saw that Valentine was still looking at him with the same confused and undecided gaze, he was sure what he should say.

He told Valentine that he no longer had a place among people. He talked about how everyone would mention Valentine's name with pure hatred and not daring to approach him out of fear.

And he didn't forget to add that no matter how hard Valentine tried, he would always be subject to prejudice. The person who told him this was Stoker himself. Valentine could never be a part of society again.

As the tears that were slowly flowing from Valentine's eyes accelerated, Stoker knew that he had put his finger on the right point. He also talked about how Valentine didn't have to live like this.

If Valentine came with Stoker, he would be accepted among other vampires. No one would judge hin and hate him just because he was a strong creature. He would be free. And more importantly, he could be himself without being exposed to fearful eyes.

Valentine took the hand extended to him. And as he walked slowly towards Stoker's vehicle ahead, he left his old life behind along with his soul.

It was not going to be easy for him to adjust to his new life. He didn't know what kind of life awaited him when he got into a luxury car that he had never even dreamed of before.

At least he wasn't crying anymore, instead, hhe was just watching out of the window with curious eyes that they hadn't managed to take away from him. He was surprisingly calm as he watched his house, which he could never return to, disappear from sight every second.

The inside of the car was quiet, too quiet. The vampire, who had radically changed Valentine's life, gave his attention only to the book in his hand. Although he seemed to be paying no attention to his surroundings, Valentine knew Stoker could prevent him from making the slightest escape move. Valentine knew this because he could do the same thing himself now. His reflexes were highly developed compared to before.

When he entered the Council building for the first time, he felt some vampires' contemptuous, some vampires' curious, and others' only pity-filled stares on him. For the first time in his life, he had become the very centre of attention and strangely, he liked this.

Stoker took him to a room, and then said he could stay here until he was done and then they could go home.

So, Valentine did as what he was told until he learned every little detail in the room. And when there was nothing left that interested him, he decided to tour the council building.

He didn't expect to see the vampire who brought him here just as he opened the door. When they got into the car again, there was silence again, but this time it was the kind of silence that was uncomfortable for any type of creature.

Valentine had given all his attention to the road, which he could still see even though it was quite dark. That's why what Stoker said caught him off guard.

They also turned his mother into a vampire. Vampires cared about traditions, and being connected to each other was one of those traditions. Besides, their population had already decreased quite a lot and they needed new nobles. Of course, they couldn't make everyone they see a vampire, but they could turn a vampire's close family member who was still alive.

Valentine said nothing, he only blamed himself. His mother's life had been ruined by his own stupid stubbornness. Ruining the lives of everyone who was near him was probably the only thing he was good at.

They didn't speak at all the rest of the way.

Learning how to get fed

When Valentine first arrived, he was bombarded with intense teaching sessions. Vampires were noble and elegant creatures, so it was more important than anything that he received a proper education.

Fortunately, thanks to his sharp intelligence, he was able to understand his lessons quickly. In fact, he was learning so fast that if he continued like this, he might even go to the Vampire Academy next year.

Meanwhile, things weren't that decent between him and his mother. It wasn't good, but at least it wasn't bad. His mother wasn't angry at him or anything, she even thanked him for saving her life.

There was just something that Valentine couldn't quite put his finger on it. She was distant. She was cold, and it was as if she wasn't there even when she was with him. What had happened to his old loving mother?

His skin was cold. His skin was as cold as a dead person's and his heart wasn't beating. He couldn't see himself in the mirror. He couldn't even go out into the sunlight without taking the necessary precautions. And he didn't like it at all.

He could have been richer than ever before, he could have had more books than he would ever get in his whole life despite his dreams, and he could have even gotten a great education, but it was all just a sweet illusion.

Still, he thought that if he kept acting, one day all this wouldn't hurt so much anymore. If he never took off the mask on his face, he could forget who he was and integrate with the mask. That's what he should have done anyway, just like his mother.

He easily adopted the aristocratic clothing style of that period. The only thing that made him feel like the person he was was his clothes, which were extravagantly stylish and perfectly groomed. Moreover, many vampires also liked the style he had. He could even communicate with them if he felt ready. At least, this could have helped him feel like he belonged somewhere a few years earlier.

After about a month had passed, everything had started to go well for him. He felt that he was getting used to being a vampire, and he was scared crazy about it. But he was learning to drown his fears.

Gradually, he also began to get rid of his timid and helpless personality. He knew he was not the weak boy he had been the day he first came to Stoker's castle. He was trying to learn something new whenever he had the opportunity. He had a really curious personality, the kind of curiosity that would put him in danger.

He might have started acting like a vampire, but there was one thing he could never do. Valentine refused to drink blood.

Strangely, he believed that if he started drinking blood, he would never be himself again. And since that's what he really wanted anyway, he should have been able to drink blood. He didn't realize that he was lying to himself.

(it's a ridiculous headcanon because I don't exactly know how emotional vampires born)

Valentine, unlike his mother, had become an emotional vampire. Stoker attributed the reason for this to the intense emotions he felt before and after becoming a vampire.

Because he hadn't been fed in any way for the last month since he arrived, or used anything to support his iron needs, he had started to lose strength more and more.

He had huge eyebags that were growing day by day, his skin had taken on a too pale tone even for a vampire. He couldn't use his powers, he couldn't go out in the sun despite all the precauiton items he used. He felt so tired most of the time.

He was desperate, he felt weaker than ever, and he never once thought about drinking blood. However, since he was an emotional vampire, what he really needed were emotions. Blood would only give him energy. If he wanted to be strong, he had to feed on emotions.

In fact, Valentine didn't actually make up the information that he had to break a heart to be strong on his own. The person who told him this was Stoker himself.

Valentine's refusal to drink blood in defiance of vampire traditions was getting on Stoker's nerves. And that's why he believed that if he led Valentine to a rather difficult way of eating, he would have no choice but to drink blood. He also used hatred because it was the most intense emotion that the young vampire felt.

According to Stoker, Valentine was a vampire who fed on hatred because of his previous life, and he needed people's hate to be strong.

Valentine, who was still very new to it and was suffering from a lack of strength caused by not eating anything, asked how to do it. He had been hungry for so long that he no longer cared about opposing his own personality as long as no blood included.

Stoker said the first thing that came to his mind, who could be more hateful than a girl whose heart was broken into a thousand pieces by her darling love?

And Valentine believed it. Moreover, for hundreds of years, he continued because no one even cared to offer him another option.

After the first heart he broke, he gained the ability of hypnosis thanks to his vampire powers. It was actually quite an ironic situation. He had acquired the ability to make people love him by making them hate himself.

Stoker saw that despite all the hearts he had broken, the stubborn vampire still insisted on not drinking blood. That's why he gave up on his goal.

He was looking with disgust at the iron supporters who entered his castle for the first time because of Valentine. Although feeding on emotions restored Valentine's strength, he still needed more blood or iron supporters for some features, such as being able to go out in the sun.

After Valentine learned to eat, he had only one thing left in front of him; getting used to his new life.

And Valentine still hated vampires with passion.

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Bro listens Malice Mizer because I say so(I'll say this in my every Valentine writing)

SOMEONE TAKE THE WORDS AWAY FROM ME WHY DID I WRITE THIS I HATE MYSELF I WASN'T PLANNING TO MAKE HIM SO SO MISERABLE I'M SO SORRY THAT WASN'T MY INTENTION

I KNOW THIS WHOLE POST SUCKS SO HARD I KNOW AND I'M SORRY FOR STEALING YOUR TIME

I'M SORRYYYYYY I SWEAR I'LL MAKE HIM HAPPY ONE DAY IF I WON'T STOP WRITING FOR HIM AFTER THIS

I kinda want to write him with Spelldon to make this up but I know nothing about Greek Mythology, not even the basics so it would be really weird lol

[djarins-cyare]

Be-All Bonus Feature: Creating the Chapter Photos (part 1)

Happy two-year anniversary to my magnum opus, Be-All And Endor! I can’t believe it’s been that long, and I’m so thankful for all the friends I’ve made in this community through it 💚🧡

Not only that, a couple of weeks ago, it reached 100,000 hits on AO3!!! 🤯

To celebrate these two milestones, I’ve prepared a little treat for the visually inclined among you. So, without further ado, please enjoy some behind-the-scenes examples of how I created the chapter photos.

If I went through all 40, this would end up suuuper long, so I’ve narrowed it down to my top 10. Even so, I still have to split it into two parts because there’s a limit of 30 images per post.

🟢 Chapter 3: The Covenant

Reader’s shiv started as a Google search for knives with wrapped handles. There were numerous “show similar images” searches based on vaguely suitable things I found until I finally came across one I thought would be good. Step 1 was to smooth the blade and remove the serrations and dips. My first attempt, which I can’t believe I actually published when chapter 3 went up, was terrible...

That’s after colour replacement and filters, etc., but I wanted to show you how awful the blade part looked before I revisited it.

When I started thoroughly editing the chapters one by one, I also reworked many of the photos, and this was one of the ones that got a significant overhaul. I started from scratch with the original image, and this time, I smoothed the whole blade but took the ridge you see at the tip all the way along to the handle, making sure I kept the light and shadows going. Much better than the flat grey blade I used to start with.

Next, I used colour replacement (a tool I’d discovered on my first attempt at this) to paint some of the threads on the handle blue.

In the story, Din slides it across Reader’s metal table, but this is obviously on black leather, so I did a load of blurring of the leather pattern and stuck it through some filters. It doesn’t take away the pattern, but compared to the shiny leather in the originally published image above, it could at least now be a pattern in the metal.

Then, finally, I went in close and did a load of detailed tweaking, which involved adding extra blue threads in the handle, making the blue pop more, and giving the overall image a reverse vignette and smoky blur. The result is the first chapter photo in which I felt I’d come close to actually depicting what I’d described in the fic:

It’s an impressive piece, and you’ve seen many shivs throughout your life. Normally custom-made by stripping down larger knives, the weaponsmith will start by removing the guard and much of the hilt’s bulk before installing a slim blade. Then, to complete their handiwork, they’ll securely wrap the handle frame with a sturdy fibre thread for grip and comfort. The result is a dainty yet deadly weapon favoured by smaller-handed assassins and criminals alike. This piece is no exception. The expertly woven cerulean and black threads zigzagging across the hilt are eye-catching additions alone. It was clearly assembled by a weaponsmith with an artistic flair and exquisite taste. You activate the vibration and find it balances perfectly in your grip. Switching it off, you weigh it between your hands, passing it back and forth a few times. As you hold it up to let the light glint off the blade, you notice no flaws across the flat planes. Then you look along the cutting edges, pleased to behold the smooth lines of a perfectly sharpened blade. “Beautiful…” you murmur, hypnotised by its elegance. Mando just sits and watches you examine his gift, a blurry background to your focused study of its nuances. A tiny part of your brain notes the blur moving as he nods in agreement.

🟢 Chapter 6: The Groundwork

By this chapter, I had already figured out how to remove backgrounds and stick Din into other surroundings, but they’d only been silhouettes so far. This was the first time I blended different elements effectively using Photoshop’s layers function, managing to make them look like they belonged together.

I started with Din reclining in Mos Pelgo and then got myself a Shutterstock subscription to get a high-quality photo of a forest through a window.

I made several initial attempts to figure out positions and proportions, though none bore any fruit because (a) I needed to get the lighting right and (b) Reader’s quarters are not wood-panelled!

Eventually, I chose the two left panes, photoshopped out the dividing line, and cropped it so you could only see the wall beneath and the frame on either side. I then decolourised the wood and smoothed out the grain until it looked like grey paint.

I initially put it up like that, but when I came to rework it, I colour-matched Din with the background, giving his beskar a slightly golden tint from the rising sun. I then added shadows on the wall beneath his arm where he’s leaning, and I also played with the light and shadows elsewhere.

Ultimately, it turned into something I’m pretty happy with:

Carefully switching it off, you run through a few manoeuvres for Din, who now reclines against the windowsill with a thumb hooked in his belt. He’s blatantly enjoying the show. The shock baton is about two-thirds the length of your arm, shoulder to wrist, and you easily fall into more of your old drills. Energised, you twirl and wield the metal cylinder as if it were a short sword, parrying imaginary blows with gusto. You even throw in some flashier moves just for fun. Given the lack of space, your final step brings you directly in front of the hunter, and you twist and swing the weapon at his helmet. It’s an obvious action, and you slow it down on purpose, but you’re curious to see whether he blocks you. Surprisingly, he doesn’t, and you arrest the baton’s movement a second before it impacts the beskar, hovering in place. Kriff, he didn’t even flinch! Your eyes lock onto the black T of his visor, and you catch your lip between your teeth again, waiting for his reaction. You get the feeling he was testing your control as much as you were his trust. You both passed, right? Points to both of you.

🟢 Chapter 9: The Hide

This one had a lot of different elements and took a while to get right.

I started with a Shutterstock photo of a giant redwood and (shoddily) Photoshopped out the tourist. Then, I located a promising-looking photo of a survival shelter built from branches, and again, I went wild in Photoshop to erase the elements I didn’t want.

Thrown together, they still needed extensive blending and adjustment. First, I used the patch tool to fill the gaps in the tree and shelter. Next, I found some forest undergrowth in another photo and extracted it into a third layer to place in front. Lastly, I played with light, tone, and colour until I had something I was initially pretty proud of.

The originally published image is the second one below.

When I came to do the edits, though, I added wisties (bioluminescent insect-sized creatures on Endor) in the narrative, so I also added them in the photo. Plus, I fixed the poor Photoshopping job where the tourist used to be. I also realised that the sun was about to set in the story, so the original image was far too light. Incorporating the wisties allowed me to darken the background and light it slightly differently.

What I ended up with is something I’m now delighted with:

After agreeing to each observe one side of the trail for signs of a hide, progress is slow for the next ten minutes or so. Finally, Din draws your attention to the right, and you bring the bike to a stop as he indicates a particular area of undergrowth. For a second, you think he’s just pointing out the bioluminescent insects flitting through the foliage… until you focus beyond them. A construction similar to what you described earlier juts out from the base of a giant redwood several metres off the main path. It’s well-disguised and covered by living vines, and if you hadn’t known what to look for, you wouldn’t have spotted it. “Good timing, the light’s almost gone.” The relief in your statement is palpable, and your hunting partner echoes it with a grunt as you both dismount. He then pushes the bike through the foliage, concealing it from view behind the colossal tree. As he stashes the speeder, you examine the hide. The glowing insects depart en masse as you gently agitate the leaves and vines to identify the entrance, and you eventually locate it on the right side near the trunk. Lifting aside the woven branch panel concealing it, you crouch down to get a better look inside. Yup, cramped as expected. It’s built for Ewoks and barely exceeds a metre in height at the half-dome’s apex. But as you shuffle into the gloomy interior, you’re pleased to find just enough space for you and your broad-shouldered warrior to rest here for the night.

🟢 Chapter 10: The Beast

Now that I’d figured out how to effectively blend layers, my next challenges were (a) how to include a CG image as one of those layers without it looking obviously out of place and (b) how to effectively light a nighttime scene.

I started with the CG image of the gurreck from Wookieepedia and what I thought was a good forest photo. However, I quickly realised I needed something with more appropriate lighting since this chapter takes place at night.

Fortunately, I found a far better background. After some jiggery-pokery, I managed to isolate some of the foreground foliage into an extra layer, allowing me to insert the gurreck behind it.

Next, I had to make it properly nighttime, so I added a foreground layer of midnight blue and used the ‘darken’ blend option. This tinted the whole image but kept the hazy feel.

Then I needed to add the Darksaber, so I pulled that from Din’s duel with Paz, flipped it upside down, and added it as yet another layer. The trouble was, having been cut out, most of its glow had gone with the background, so I needed to learn how to put that back in after the fact.

There followed viewings of YouTube videos on how to make things glow in Photoshop, and I gained a new skill!

I also had to horizontally flip everything because, in the story, Din approaches the gurreck from the left and draws it right.

When I later edited it, I worked even harder on the lighting to ensure that the light and shadows on the gurreck and surrounding foliage originated from the appropriate sources, i.e. the small amount coming from the planet above and the glow cast by the Darksaber.

Although the end result is extremely dark and probably doesn’t show up that well on devices with the brightness turned down, I’m actually really happy with the cumulative result:

He grunts his accord, then begins to weave to the right, stepping in front of the hide. As agreed, you stay motionless by the side of the giant tree. His steps are loud and determined, trying to draw the creature’s focus. It works. You can just make out the massive black shadow drifting back to the right, its attention caught by the closer target now backlit by the faint glow from your shelter. A full-bodied and menacing roar reverberates from the gurreck’s throat and licks at your nerves. You recognise it as its final attempt to scare its intended meal into a chase. And your partner knows it too. You hear a soft beep as he touches his vambrace to deactivate his helmet tech, and then there’s a strange, low whine. And, holy shit… he’s ignited a weapon unlike anything you’ve seen before! It’s… crackling white energy surrounding a fearsome black blade, almost a void in the universe. A beautiful sort of deadly. But adrenaline focuses you, and you manage to avoid gawking, taking your cue and activating the vibroblade at the end of your lyaer’tsa. The beast lunges forward, its target made more visible by the weapon’s glow, and you move at the same moment. Rushing out and around to approach it from the side, you take determined steps to avoid tripping on the thick foliage.

🟢 Chapter 12: The Storm

As explained in my chapter notes, writing this chapter involved extensive research, and I discovered that quartzite is a very safe type of rock to shelter under from a lightning storm. As I was writing, I started looking for photos of quartzite to help me better describe it, and I eventually found the perfect one (thanks, expensive Shutterstock subscription!).

When creating this chapter photo, I had to liberally utilise Photoshop’s editing tools, as I needed to smooth out numerous elements in the original image.

First, I flipped it because, in the story, I describe the flat rock Din eventually leans his back against being on Reader’s left when she’s crouched under the slope as he pulls the blanket across in front of her.

Then, I smoothed out the rocks and made the ground flat.

Next, I needed Din in the foreground, contemplating the outcropping’s suitability as a shelter, so I found a nice HD version of the lovely pic where he’s meeting the massiffs, did the ol’ background removal thang, and popped him in place.

But it was all too bright and cheerful. Din and Reader are looking for a place to shelter in the middle of a terrible storm.

After adjusting the lighting, tone, levels, saturation, and colour-matching Din to the background, I was happier, but I still needed rain.

I watched some YouTube videos to find out how to add rain and made a few attempts that came out decent enough... but then I stumbled across a site that would add animated rain! I love how it turned out:

It’s a further ten minutes of pressing through thick foliage and flinching at the cracks of thunder, and your nerves are getting frazzled. But soon, the space between the trees increases, and the vegetation begins to thin out, making you feel less trapped. As tangled roots make way for a slippery carpet of leaves, your companion leads you to the base of a steep ridge. Several sharp rocks and boulders protrude from it at odd angles, and a few almost overhang, creating shallow yet vital sources of possible shelter. However, the ground below them is a quagmire of mud and leaves, and you’re not keen to sit in it. He soon finds a suitable location: a shallow outcropping at a right angle with a vertical face, forming a corner alcove. The planes of the rock are oddly smooth and look almost carved. “Stay back; gonna use my flamethrowers,” he warns. Once you’re crouched a few metres away, grasping the backpack he just shoved into your arms, you discover the purpose of his pyrotechnics. He angles both vambraces at the spot beneath the rocky overhang, and twin jets of fire incinerate the damp leaves, baking the mud into a hardened seal. Smoke billows off the ground as the rain cools the superheated earth, and when he’s deemed it safe, he beckons you closer. There isn’t room for both of you under the jutting rock. In fact, there’s barely space for you on your own without a broad man in beskar. Plus, it doesn’t protrude far enough to keep either of you completely dry. But Din seems to have a plan, and you value his survival skills even more. “Crouch down there and give me your cloak. I need your vibro-shiv too,” he instructs, speaking directly toward your ear. The sky flashes bright with lightning again, making you close your eyes against the reflection in his armour. Between peals of thunder, he urges, “Now.” You duck under the low, shallow overhang and follow the instructions as fast as possible. Squatting on the baked clay-like spot, you bemoan the loss of your waterproof covering until you realise what he’s doing with it. He jams his vibroblade through the blanket’s corner into a fissure just above you, then pulls it across and secures the other corner using your vibro-shiv. It’s low enough to connect to the ground with plenty of excess, and from inside your narrow refuge, you watch him pull it outward a little. Then the fabric goes taut, and you surmise he’s heaved some smaller boulders onto the lower edge to prevent it from whipping about in the wind. You’re now veiled from the elements by a vertical stone wall on your left, plus an inclined rock roof/wall behind and above you. The waterproof blanket creates a mirrored sloping fabric roof/wall at a narrow angle from the lip of the outcropping to the ground in front. A small opening remains at the end for lookout purposes, downwind so the gusts won’t blow inside. Using only two blades and a blanket, he’s constructed a tiny mixed material cave-tent. And he’s done it with such nonchalance – as if keeping you both safe and dry amidst a monster storm isn’t an outstanding display of skill.

Be-All Bonus Feature: Creating the Chapter Photos (part 2) →

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10/31/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR: Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Nat Torres; Kristian Nairn; Linds Cantrell; Dominic Burgess; Vico Ortiz; Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction New Show; Halloween; Adopt Our Crew OFMD Themed Spooky Season Prompts; Love Notes;

Alrighty lovelies. So this edition is a lot later than it should be because I wanted to get permission from fans to include their absolutely beautiful work! Thank you to everyone who allowed me to share-- and please oh please if you'd like to share yours I'd love to see more of your beautiful creations-- from costumes to pumpkins for Halloween!

PS: Happy Boop Day to all who celebrated here on Tumblr!

= Taika Waititi =

Well, Taika and Rita really did steal the halloween show, I tell ya. Look at these awesome Legend of Zorro costumes!

Source: Getty Images

Source: Rita's Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba and family went for something out of this world for Halloween!

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

= Nat Torres =

Nat asked a very important question on Halloween!

Source: Nat Torres Instagram

= Kristian Nairn =

Hey! Did you know Kristian did an interview with Instinct Magazine ?

= Lindsey Cantrell =

Our darling set decorator went as Selena Gomez from Only Murders In The Building (another show Lindsey worked on!)

Sounce: Linds' Instagram

= Dominic Burgess =

Happy Halloween from Jeffrey Fettering! He gets to dress up in all the cool costumes year round!

Source: Dominic's Twitter!

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's put up more OFMD BTS for S2 on their Patreon! Some sneaky previews below! Vico's Patreon.

Source: Vico's Patreon

Source: Vico's Patreon

== Netflix Requests! ==

Your daily reminder from our dear crewmate aproperpirate to put in those netflix requests! https://help.netflix.com/en/titlerequest

Source: A proper pirate on Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

While not specifically OFMD related-- it's brought to you by Our Flag Means Fanfiction and it's spooky! New podcast by the folks who brought you OFMFF about Haunted Hollywood! Check it out on their linktr.ee!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction

= Halloween =

Since Halloween always gives us such fabulous costumes I really wanted to share some that popped across my feed! LadyLiu7 on Instagram was kind enough to share her Blackbeard Costume, which I have to say, is INCREDIBLY bad ass. Thank you so much for sharing it with us!

Source: LadyLiu7's Instagram

One of our very active and amazing crewmates, politestmenace over on twitter also dressed as Ed this year, with bonus mini-menace as Kevin from Time Bandits! (Jemaine even sent some praise!) Thanks for letting me share this awesomeness dear!!

Source: Politest Menace's Twitter

Another one of our wonderful crewmates -- _gentlebeard over on twitter went as one of the Skeleton Mermaids! Check out this stunning costume! It was so impressive David re-tweeted it! Absolutely fantastic job Chelsea! Thank you so much for letting me share this with the crew!

Source: _Gentlebeard's Twitter!

= Adopt Our Crew Prompts =

Our Fan-Tabulous crewmembers over at @adoptourcrew kept up the engagement by asking folks what kind of cool OFMD stuff people were into for the spooky season and I was so happy that some of our crewmates were cool with me sharing because LOOK AT THE TALENT ON THIS SHIP!!!!!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter  Like seriously, how do you all manage to get this so intricate! ITS AMAZING and SUPER SPOOKY. I would have loved to see it in person! Great job Sarah!!

Source: Habitvol6's Twitter

Oh and this extremely cool mermen skeletons decoration!? EXCUSE ME!? Poison2Princess over on Twitter knocked it out of the park with this one!!

Source: Poison2Princess on Twitter

OH and just by the way, check out this fabulous flag pumpkin by AsYouWish311 over on Twitter! It's so hard to carve pumpkins, and you DID NAIL IT! So hard! Frenchie would be proud!

Source: AsYouWish311

Tumblr keeps deleting my edits-- but Check out this SUPER BADASS PUMPKIN THAT JENN on bluesky made! Look at that!!! It looks like a title card! You are amazing luv!

Source: Metavenhorst on Bluesky!

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I hope you all had an absolutely wonderful spooky couple days! Halloween is one of my favorite times of year because everyone gets to be so creative, and expectations are dropped even if it's just for an evening!

Please oh please remember to take some time for yourself soon if you didn't get to these past couple days! You need to recharge too. Sending so much love your way -- take care!

Source： MyEasyTherapy

[simplemorgue]

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤?

Evan Peters X Fem! Reader

Warning: suicidal practices, swearing, grief and mention of depression.

Sensitive Content!

Evan's POV

Note: Personality of the characters in this scenario are totally fictional and developed by the author.

Story based on the Brazilian documentary film Elena by Petra Costa.

If you are going through something similar or need some psychological support, the links below may help:

- 988 Lifeline

- CVV (Centro de Valorização de Vida)

Context: Loving someone with a fleeting lust for life can be devastating.

She was something surreal. But you could easily walk past her in a crowd as if she were just another person. Just another face.

The truth is, it took me a while to understand what she was holding inside. And even now, I don’t fully get it.

Do women carry something that deep within? Some innate sadness?

If not, that’s what I learned from her.

She told me that women possess a chronic melancholy, like a tumor: if you start treating it, you might be able to live with it, maybe even shrink it eventually. But if not—it might take you to the grave.

Maybe my mistake was letting myself fall for someone who read Plath and Woolf like gospel.

Her sorrow wasn't hidden.

Though, you could easily be fooled when you saw her smiling—she smiled all the time. Her sense of humor was slightly questionable, and she would show her teeth at the silliest things.

Maybe it was just my male instinct to impress a girl, but I think I fell for her the second she started laughing at my nonsense and stupid jokes.

It wasn’t a fake or forced laugh. It was the kind I still hear every day in the voice notes she used to send me—like she became my emotional “On Repeat.”

Maybe I enjoy torturing myself.

I've been discussing this in therapy lately.

Why fall for someone suicidal?

I think that’s what truly fucked me up—more than any twisted role I’ve played.

That’s how deep she got to me.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

May 10 – Night:

I was driving home when a friend of mine called, asking me to pick up a package and keep it for him until he could come by.

He was out of town, and the post office was on the way, so I went.

When I came out holding the heavy box, my phone felt like it was going to jump out of my pocket from all the notifications.

I was used to that constant buzz, but still—what the hell?

Once I got back in the car, I tossed the package in the back seat and grabbed my phone.

Agent. Prosecutor group chat. Missed calls. Sponsor emails. Stuff. Work stuff and more stuff.

And then, a few texts from two specific contacts.

Two of her friends, who had become part of my social circle because they were practically her family.

The messages said things like:

“hey, sorry to bother you, have you heard from her today?”

“Hi, just checking. Is she alright? She's not picking up.”

“any idea how she's doin?”

“Can you just confirm if she’s with you? I stopped by and no one answered”

I started getting nervous. I had seen her that morning when she left my place.

━━━━ Flashback - Earlier that day ━━━━━

“You’re really this beautiful?” I asked, brushing her sweaty hair off her face.

We were in my bed. She was sitting on my lap wearing that same black bra—which by now must’ve multiplied—and those dark blue flare pants.

My back was against the headboard while she played with the hem of my grey shirt.

“I know you mean well by saying that, but I can’t take it seriously,” she said with a soft smile. Always did that.

“Why not?” I chuckled, circling her bare waist with my arms and pulling her closer.

“I don’t know. I read too much romance. It sounds weird hearing it in real life,” she was playing with my hair. Her gaze drifted.

“You read romance and can’t handle it in real life? What the fuck?” I laughed, looking at her.

She shrugged, laughing too.

“It’s because in books, everything’s beautiful somehow. You get to edit what you say, use pretty words, rethink everything, revise. Everything gets romanticized. Real life doesn’t.” She lowered her gaze to mine. “That’s why it’s hard to find romance anywhere outside of fiction.”

I froze for a moment, letting the weight of her words fill the space with their truth.

I looked deeper into her eyes, one hand reaching up to hold the back of her neck firmly.

“Sometimes I don’t know if your words are wise or some kind of warning.”

That made her laugh—a warm, quiet laugh.

She leaned in slowly, almost like asking for permission, but I just pulled her to me and kissed her.

One hand on her neck, the other on her waist, holding her gently but with urgency.

I was always a bit rougher with her when it came to intimacy—not out of carelessness, but because I couldn’t control what I felt when she was close.

It was the only way I knew how to show it—through how much I needed to touch her.

She was always more delicate.

One hand on my shoulder, the other on my bicep. Not holding tight—just enough to say 'I’m still here.' Alive.

I asked for more, and she gave it, our mouths weaving together in a silent promise I wished could last forever.

I ended it by biting her lower lip softly, her warm breath brushing against my face as she exhaled.

Even with our faces still close, I watched her for a few seconds. The area between her lips and nose a little flushed from the kiss.

She was breathing lightly.

“I have to go,” she said, hesitation on her face.

I just nodded, my thumb stroking her waist. The hand on her neck slid down to her lower back, just above the bra clasp.

“In case I don’t see you lat—” she started.

“Stop saying that,” I cut her off, exhaling like a confession. “It sounds so fucked up when you say it.”

“What? Why? You’re busy as hell, there's always a chance we won’t see each other later,” she said, smiling openly, like it was obvious.

“I know, but you say it like a final act. Like you’re closing a chapter or something,” I replied, smiling too—but mine was worried.

Every time she said things like that—no matter how innocent—they always felt like some hidden message I couldn’t quite decode.

A twisted, ugly subtext that made me fear the worst.

She kissed the corner of my mouth.

“Anyway, I just want you to know I like you... A lot..." She said it simple, but it sounded like she was telling me the truth about life. It's rarer to hear an 'I like you' than 'I love you' now. She reinvented words. The meanings.

She liked me. Not the accessories I used to be a player in this reality.

"And you're—” she tries to continue.

Before she could finish, I laid her down abruptly and moved on top of her.

She squealed softly in surprise and laughed, her legs still around my waist.

That tone. That damn tone in her voice.

“Shut up for a sec,” I said, kissing her, pressing my body against hers—blocking any more words.

Because every word she spoke when we were together felt like a goodbye.

━━━━━━ End of Flashback ━━━━━━━

I didn’t think twice after reading the messages from her friends.

I drove as fast as I could to her building while trying to call her.

It went straight to voicemail:

“Hi, gorgeous. If I’m not answering, I’m probably without my phone, so leave a message if you want. Bye, bye—”

When I pulled up to her place, I slammed the car door shut and rushed inside, taking the stairs two at a time.

I knocked on her door three times and tried the handle.

Yeah, it was locked.

I knocked again.

“Hey, it’s Evan,” I said, slightly out of breath.

Her silence only made my heart race faster.

I knocked harder.

“Babe, please open the door,” I said, my panic beginning to muffle my hearing.

Nothing. No sound. No sign.

My anxiety made me forget for a second—I had her spare key.

I cursed under my breath: “dumb motherfucker,” and dug into my jeans for the key ring.

My sweaty hands fumbled the metal, trembling.

“Oh, fuck me,” I muttered, finally managing to get it in.

I turned the key twice and flung the door open.

“You’re home?” I called, walking in quickly, leaving the keys in the door.

“It’s me, Evan,” I said, checking the living room.

Empty.

My shoes hit the floor hard—each step weighted with fear.

I walked down the hallway. Her bedroom door was closed.

As I got closer, I heard faint music.

I opened the door slowly. The room was dark.

I reached for the light switch near the door and flipped it on.

She was lying on the edge of the bed. Sprawled out.

One leg slightly off the mattress, her head resting at an odd angle on the pillow. One arm hung over the side. Hair covering her pale face, strands caught between her purple lips. A bottle of vodka spilled on the floor, soaking into the carpet. A white bottle of aspirin lay nearby on the bed. Billie Holiday playing softly in the background.

I froze.

My ears rang.

Breath stalled.

My chest collapsed inward.

Legs went numb.

Nausea hit.

I couldn't move.

What happened next?

And her? She’s not coming back?

She’s dead.

And I think I died with her.

[krewekreep]

JJK Headcanons: Suit & Tie Edition

Word count: A lot I wrote this on Mobile. (Would love if somebody comments the word count for me lol)

Summary: JJK as Professionals/Corporate Boys + as BFs ((randomly began to rate them on a scale of 10, this post is really for my amusement—I hope you enjoy!!)) (I’ll update this over time to include all male JJK characters and more details, just really a random thought post), #activepost. (Will also likely end up lengthy so)

Hiromi: Lawyer

Of Course Hiromi would continue his work as a public defense attorney. He’s considerate but neurotic. Fair but cautious. And has a strong sense of principles that make his job perfect for him but also perfect for his various neurosis to fester and continue depressing this overwhelmed man.

As a Partner: At the point Hiromi (probably a mid life crisis) really realizes he’d like a relationship he’d be the guy that has everything planned out in his head but fails miserably somehow. He’s so analytical and emotional (his consideration of others not really the expression of emotion) and would end up a worry wart of sorts about being up to par with whatever imaginary standards he’s projected onto you. Less so than reassurance, you’d just be incline to remind him he doesn’t need to go above and beyond or have super grand gestures to be impressive. Likewise he’d want to communicate (maybe too much) once a conflict or issue occurred and I can see him likely being a bit overbearing with “You okay? Are you realllyyy okay??? You sureeee???” Along with literal hour long sit downs after arguments or disagreements. You end up feeling he can get parental but find him a good balance or synergy to your possibly avoidant or passive (I just end up shutting up completely lmao) conflict style. He’d work way too much in the beginning and maybe even have a moment of conflict with you about it but will level out with time as you will be his literal priority and focus. Diligent and upstanding he’s (in my taste) a 7-8/10. (I’d get immediately tired of his work schedule cause I’m “clingy”)

Nanami: Doctor

While Nanami is canonically coded as an overworked salary man I think in another universe he’s the perfect doctor. Similar to Hiromi but a bit more stoic and willing to work pass his limits. He’s the type to really be working triple, quadruple shifts off nothing but caffeine and the smiles of his patients. I think he’d be a pediatrician, dentist, or the perfect primary care physician. I see him being a talented medical student that actually does it for the love of the work. He’s the doctor everyone has the hugest crush on but are too intimidated to speak to—and who is also assumed to obviously be claimed cause who wouldn’t.

As a Partner: Kento would absolutely have the worst schedule. He’s genuinely, (probably neurotically), earnest and diligent. His patients’ care is his only concern and you would end up finding his work reputation as an anti social coworker pretty incongruent to the yeah quiet, sometimes intimidating but overwhelmingly kind and considerate man. Of course you become his “special” patient (whether you meet him as his patient or outside of work) and you begin to cutely annoy him by always being sick and needing to be seen only by him. He’ll honestly at first find it lightly irritating as a distraction but will realize how his shoulders ease and his breath steadies when he calms at your presence. As a man of a few words, and literally hands on as a health practitioner, he will communicate his love with actions and gifts. You’re surprised at work or date out with your friends with flowers and a note. Or he tells you he doesn’t want you inside all day and left his card on the nightstand. “Buy something for me ;).” How he only is ever cute or flirty in texts, and a shy even bubbling big guy who flushes red when you kiss him on the cheek. He’s the guy the upper admin want to promote but then will be even more unavailable so he doesn’t tell you about it. And at a work dinner when his coworker comments on it, lowers his head in shame for keeping it from you. In an argument, whether he feels right or wrong, he just wants you to calm down. Hate to psychoanalyze but Nanami gives the vibe he overprotects because he wasn’t protected and/or saw those he cared about hurt terribly and that those he treasures he’s pained to see disturbed in any way. So no he doesn’t want to see you mad and rightfully so he doesn’t know how to communicate he wants MORE time with you not less…and how he actually found a better job with better pay in another state so… “Y/N? Absolutely I was wrong to hold it from you…but now that I told you my other plans…would you…” (lmao I’m trolling I’m so sorry). Overall if he drops everything for me he’s a 10/10 cause he’s also my first JJK Husbando anyway blep) Strong, big, and SILENT!

Suguru: Political Consultant

Pre & Post Kenjaku Geto would be someone ending up in politics. Everyone wants to save him and give him his little tattoo shop but this man (of course once any incredibly negative event would happen cause he’s very emo coded) would be at think tanks and conferences and Capital Hill. While not sinister he’s a good bit mischievous (and messy). He’d love it for the sheer drama and mess and blackmail. He’d love how easy it would be to orchestrate against his enemies for whatever his “grand ideas” are…in reality he’s the worst (best) type of personality because he would never be “neutral,” he’d simply let it be known his “side” is whichever and whoever advances his desires. And his allegiances WILL change. He’d be the political actor in all those official photos no one really knows and that’s the point. (damn he’s just inspired a Scandal TV Show AU)

As a Partner: Boy…you better be the most apolitical person ever, devious as all hell, or truly ready to be his simp in all regards. This man will be everywhere but home. He WILL miss dates, I’m so sorry! (Even if he was jobless he’d somehow be late or miss a date and nobody can convince me otherwise.) You’d go to truly bewildering events in terms of scope and breadth of wealth, access, and political influence. As an Aquarius (real life shade too I’m sorry again) he’d be so two faced! You’d hear him drag for someone BAD and then upon meeting them realize THEY think he’s their BEST FRIEND. I’m sorry Geto is messy coded to me and you’d have to be down for being a hater at Dawn. (We’d work as friends not lovers cause I wake up and hate.) He’d spoil you monetarily from the beginning so it’s up to you if you accept them even if their very obligatory feeling. Otherwise, I see him being impressed by your ability to challenge him, call him out, or deny him. He TELLS you you’re going to be his date to an event but maybe he was way too flirty with one of his peers and thought you didn’t notice? He’s left outside in his bespoke suit with happy flowers and a sour face. 😂 BUT, he’ll weirdly respect (even possibly turned on.) Depending on how you play it he’ll be the guy who just won’t leave you alone and loves to bother you into a reaction for his amusement—or (if you decide to simp) a guy who’ll definitely see how far you’ll let him go. He’ll flirt with everyone and openly lightly disrespect you cause honestly he’s likely encountered enough simps before. Yet, the fact it’s out of pure emotion and want for him rather than money or prestige will make him feel guilty and he’ll SLOWLY but EVENTUALLY be a good partner holistically. Even to the degree he’ll break “character” upon any disrespect or unsavory comment made towards you. Politically—(I know for me I’d kill him probably) since he’d be a “only here for my own best and vested interests,” maybe you’d think hard on his principles. Maybe you’d confront him about how his “neutrality” is selfish and he should be able to stand on something and stick to it! Then maybe he’ll just simply bring out a laptop you’ve never seen before, type in a few things facing away from you, and show you terrabytes of collected info on everyone across the spectrum…maybe he’d then sit there bored as you scream “REALLY? NO WAY?? NOT HER??? Okay well I felt like he’d do something like tha….OH EWWWWW.” And scoffs to himself thinking “and that’s only what I know won’t make you throw up…” All in all I see TRUST and sincerity being the biggest dealbreaker given (and it’s fair) to feel like he’s fake with you or unsure of his feelings. But…the way he gets in bed and private lets you accept his real feelings for you. He’s a 6/10 because the flirting would KILL ME. And he’s technically my second and half JJK Husbando. Grown him would still be menace regardless of Kenjaku.

Satoru: Sports Manager/Finance

Now Satoru would either be the nepo baby that abandons it all or the nepo baby that reluctantly accepts his role at his family conglomerate. If he gets his way: I see Satoru as a sports manager. He’s a people person, athletic, and would care about the young athletes in the industry. If we convert the students of Jujutsu to athletes I definitely see him being one of the managers representing the most Olympians and medaled performers. He’s hot in his shades and open shirt suits with his iPhone against his ear and his blackberry in his hand texting off a contract or something…(Sports Manager AU coming up :/)

Now if he accepts his role at his family conglomerate he’s the CEO of an old money finance firm. He hates his life and his job and hates his responsibilities. It would be closer to his feelings of burden in the story cause he’s well off and well respected but it’s because he was born to be, so it’ll be a job of obligation. Yet, he’d definitely be a philanthropist and own a charity. He’d hate (but understand) the criticism so he’d just shrug and do the most he can. He’s the type to stay single (or marry a few times) but adopt and of course Megumi, Yuuji, and Nobara are his kids. He does conferences and speaks at events and otherwise is one of those “good” billionaires. (I’d give him a hard time about where his money comes from while telling him what color Birkin I want…cause duality…)

As a Partner: Sports Manager Satoru will not be as free and it’s likely upon cementing a committed relationship you’ll travel with him across the world. I don’t see Satoru being the kind of guy who can do LONG distance or long period of time without physically being near his partner. You’d be the wife without a ring (only for a short time, he’s definitely a “if you’re down I’m down and I love you so let’s get this show on the road” type man. He’s the kind to wait to find the right one but you’ll be a bit annoyed at how many possible “right ones” are floating around in the world. He’ll chuckle sheepishly cause every event lurks an ex somewhere. Whether for a week or a couple years—and you fight seething next to him as you take a long gulp of the alcohol in your glass. How it gets to you beyond jealousy that maybe he’s a lover boy and not retired yet? How you want to never be a numbered ex in an irritatingly lengthy list… “Did you really have to give ALL of them the partner title?” You say as you cross your arms and huff in a pout. Satoru’s the kind to always wanna laugh or kiss conflict away, usually it worked but not now. “Babe…,” he moves closer to you to which you move farther from him. “Babe…? Please?” When he has to get serious and you’re being avoidant or passive then he’s the manager everyone fears for his easy ferocity. Now your held down with no choice but to face his peering blue eyes. “Hey…I know my…past upsets you. I mean…shit it kinda upsets me too.” The scowl on your face makes him shake out of his intensity to clean up the sentence: “No I mean, I wish I knew how to love better…I wasted a lot of time and energy…and other people’s time and energy…so for what’s it worth I’m trying and we are in it for the long haul, kid.” No matter your age, he’ll clock your immaturity cutely. Big spender, pretty obvious. Lover boy, who you’ll have to keep an eye on solely for the women who will try you. You end up being at every game and rumored an athletes partner until Toru gets proper mad (extremely jealous he’s not getting the shipping attention and it’s his partner!) and will pop the question at a championship game or whatever. I see a regular fun but albeit stressful travel induced relationship. But one with a thousand memories and fun. Although (please don’t cut me) Gojo isn’t my type at all I don’t know why—he’s def still a 9/10. I can accept dealing with exes and others if you’re ACTUALLY devoted to ME.

Finance Bro Toru: This will not be an openly happy and likely extravagant or extraverted Satoru. This one would be cold and reclusive. It’s likely you only end up on a date with him because he weirdly keeps seeing you on the metro or at his coffee shop or at his favorite lounge. It’ll be nothing to him but he’ll slowly (likely having nothing better to do and being distant from others) people watch doing his best to not accept he only ever watches you. It becomes his break from pressing matters that don’t matter at all to him. How simple but frenzied you are and how you overapologize for knocking over something. How you debated out loud if it was worth asking the Barista to correct your order, then giving up upon mumbling “Oh everyone is so stressed nowadays it’s fine. I’ll just drink it.” How you bristle thinking the man behind you just laughed at you…but how silly that must be to assume on a random man. How he’ll play with his watch and phone outside the shop waiting on you. How he grows impatient and stomps his foot too used to ordering people around and having folks at his beck and call. He’ll cough loudly as you pass by and since you pay him no mind weirdly jogs to catch up to you. “Uh, hey! Hi…Hello,” this dude is weird what does he want. “I—I,” eh he’s cute but…has a stuttering problem? “Yeah guy? What’s up? My train leaves in ten minutes and I got a thirty minute walk before I even get there.” How he doesn’t know how to keep up and finds you abrasive. “I just wanted to ask if you’d like to eat somewhere with me? NOT right now…of course…aha.” You look over the admittedly stunning obvious investor type with consideration. “I thought you had somewhere to be?” He teases. “Oh I do! But…the event I had to get to in ten minutes started an hour ago…lol. I think they’ve accepted my absence by now.” And the both of you would stand awkwardly for like 3-5 good minutes. “So,” you both speak. “Ah you can go sorry about that,” Toru throws. “Well…where you wanna go eat?” And Boom Satoru’s forgotten the seven meetings for today. At first thinking if anything this beautiful stranger can give me a good day. Then when he realizes he’s a late 20 something with no real social life or sense of fun so now you’re damn near seeing him whenever he can. And he’ll love to sneak off to your shabby apartment where his people won’t think to look. “Toru don’t you have a literal meeting with Wells Fargo?” He’ll sour any time you mention work. “Do I have to go to serve a real purpose or just fill in a seat and say yes to whatever they propose?” Well he ate that tbh. So you let him continue eating his Deli sandwich and watching the Bear. Once he loves you he will not even entertain the debate of leaving you because of his role. If anything he’ll propose (albeit inappropriately) at an elite event for the sole sake of making everyone mad. You want to be sure he’s with you for you and not to prove a point or be a “bad boy” and all he does is call up his best friend Suguru in DC and Shoko in Seattle to tell you about how truly terrible your man was as a youth. If anything you bring him back to the source of his actual personality. So you realize this old geezer is actually a retired trouble maker and is absolutely in love with you and getting you both in “trouble.” Easily one of the biggest spenders but deeply intimate so it’ll go either way. He could just be the guy that buys you exactly what you want when you want or the guy that yeah buys you a Rolex without blinking but makes you open ten boxes from huge to miniature all as a gag as he can’t stop laughing at your disappointment. Upon getting to the Rolex he waits for the scream and jumping into his arms. He’ll be a little shitty pervert once you’re in his arms though. 7/10 only cause I romanticized it ALOT but I hate the Uber wealthy and that lifestyle. Plus he’d be much harder to warm up and likely be someone YOU really want to be with tbh😭 AND he’d likely be a victim of a VERY small worldview so unless you code it like dumb rich man meets the real world he’d be insufferable.

Yuuji: Construction Firm CEO/Estate Broker

Yuuji would do construction. Don’t know why he just seems the type…(actually I watch Selling Sunset). He’s less a real estate agent and more an owner of a large estate development firm. If Yuuji ever would decide a life where every day is suits and ties…he’s gonna forgo the tie and remain open shirt to almost an inappropriate degree…he’ll always get requests for “personal” tours but ruins it getting lost in over explaining permitting and how difficult it was to get city approval for zoning. He has the perfect personality for it as it’s an active, hands-on job that’s still people based but also creative. Yuuji is someone who would need a holistically fulfilling job and I think the energy of real estate development is very him.

As a Partner: Full Blown Unintentional Love Bomber. I hate to say it but Yuuji is absolutely someone to fall and fall WAY too hard. I don’t see him being aggressive or forceful but he will appear wherever you are. He’s a well connected, well respected, wealthy man it’s not weird for him to end up at the parties you end at up either. It’s stranger for you to be there but whether you are in his field or of a professional career, a client or someone who just meets him, Yuuji will be the kind to sweep you off your feet. While it’s likely you won’t always physically be around him or able to—he’s the kind to have you on the phone throughout his work day, all day. “Yeah I mean again it was right for you to tell your boss you can’t do someone elses—DIDNT I SAY A DIFFERENT STYLE OF BACKWASH! Portion of the work? If they know there’s gonna be a big client coming then they should’ve—TODO CALL ABOUT THE PERMITS BEFORE I LOSE MY FUCKING MIND!!! Made sure everyone did their portfolio and presentations…do you need me to call up there? You know I know…”(insert CEO you don’t even know of your company’s Name Here lmao). It would all depend on you if how hard he loves is perfect or off putting. He’d love very publicly but would respect your request for reduced or no PDA. He’d just be so happy he has someone tbh. And someone who wants what he wants in a long term, committed way. He’s a lover boy but only in the sense he wants to truly give his heart to someone and take care of someone else’s. Big spender, big protector, big my girl said I can’t come so *shrugs*, very much a “stop telling me how much something is…numbers annoy me, here” and now you got his black card realness. In conflict he will force you into his arms and make sure you scream, cry, and whatever else ;) it all out. You get annoyed he refuses to argue with you and will literally fall silent. How he tells you everyone gets frustrated but he just can’t get frustrated with you as he leaves you for work with a kiss on the forehead. How you get a heat building in your stomach and suddenly want to shop for kid’s clothes. Upon marriage and/or creating a family Yuuji calls Megumi up to design a couple houses. “A couple houses??? We only need one Yu…” You can’t contain your laughter. “One? That is absolutely not enough. We are going to have two family homes—you decide where. You’re gonna have your own condo when you want time to yourself and—babe you know me…thinking of houses for the babies…” meanwhile nobody is pregnant. But you hold your stomach instinctively for some reason. How fatherly and intense made your initial reaction become: “Sure! I mean…how many houses we thinking…?” You chuckle nervously, to which Yuuji just tells Megumi they’ll speak later and rises from his seat towards you. “I don’t know, but for sure one has to look like me and one has to look like you…so what we gonna do about that? Guess we’ll have to keep em coming till that happens, no?” 10/10 I’m so “one and done” like? I do NOT feel like dating 😂

Megumi: Architect/Engineer

I debated whether he would be an Architect or Engineer but if we ever learn their favorite subjects we’ll know if he’s STEM-brained or more humanities based. Either way he’ll do something that’s still creative but methodical. Like Yuuji he’d need full stimulation from his job and I think of course he’d be Yuuji’s business partner who designs the buildings. Likewise a job with purpose and long lasting impact. He’s definitely about sustainability and would incorporate nature similar to Japanese architects like Sou Fujimoto (utilizes unconventional shapes and literal nature) and Kengo Kuma (utilizes shape and literal environment by means of aesthetic cohesion to the surroundings xyz I had to look it up and simplify it 😭💕).

Otherwise he’s some kind of engineer (I’m more humanities so forgive how bad I summarize). Rather than unfamiliar, I’m moreso unsure of which kind of engineering would suit him “the most” but I find of course he’d likely be an industrial, civil, or architectural engineer. He’d want to be useful and in every sense not waste his time or his energy. Maybe a concentration in environmental engineering specifically just cause I see him having a mindset of sustainability and community.

As a Partner: Openly neurotic and pathological about his work so be ready for that kind of man. Will absolutely get mad if you interrupt him working but knowing it’s a him thing will feel guilty about ghosting you for a week…so will continue to ghost you. You’ll have be angry, sad, or simping enough to endure Megumi. He’s definitely introverted and because of the insular nature of his work will be a human black cat. He’ll want his pets when he wants them, cuddles when he wants them, distance when he wants it, etc. You’ll have be used to or okay with someone who may not talk the entire day. Even if he’s not working, I see Megumi just being someone who can and will revel in peace and silence. If you relate that’s perfect and you’ll be two cats in a burrito blanket. If not, he’ll REALLY have to like you to like your possibly disruptive or hyper active nature. And may not be able to appreciate you until you meet Yuuji and Nobara and others. He’ll realize “Yeah, it’s me” realizing just like with everyone else he grew to care about he has to be open and fair and patient. All of a sudden he chuckles more at your dumb jokes or clumsy nature. As a professional, whether it be conferences or grants or fellowships Megumi will end up sought after and very busy. Likely the weight of academics and infrastructure will be visible in his pronounced dark eyes so it’ll take time for him to break out of accepting being overburdened and overworked but your trips to the beach, your propensity to miss deadlines and laugh it off, the way you went to class or work hung over and had an amazing day…he takes it all in and so maybe he won’t accept or feel pressured to do this or that or work overtime on this or help someone with that…he’ll learn how to “overwork” his own way and once he’s consulting with cities on infrastructural improvements and visiting more schools seeing little kids projects on space and noodle bridges he’ll remember how fun what he does is and will kiss you the most passionate he ever has when he gets home. How his hand rests on your stomach and rubs it lightly. “Meg (his albeit reluctantly accepted nickname) your so flirty tonight?! What’s up with you?” He’ll say nothing as he leans into the crook of your neck and breaths. He doesn’t think he’s a charmer but that’s what makes him all the more dreamy to you. How you never could question his sincerity since he’s the living embodiment of it, so how when he wants you—really wants you…it’s easy to lean into him and let him drift your bodies to your bedroom. Empty introverted all up on you cat boy Megumi: 10/10. The functionality of the relationship is a strong 3/10 because he will not prioritize the relationship for a number of MONTHS. He’s a workaholic introvert who is an engineer…whether graduate student, Ph.D, Instructor, or seasoned professional he’s def gonna be hard to deal with. Likewise you’ll have to be really strict with him about replying to you cause he’ll just…not do it. He’ll answer in his head and hope it gets to you…so once you threaten a breakup if he goes a day ever again without replying to you…he’s incredibly responsive and kicks himself at all the day to day conversation he missed out on…so he’ll make up for it.

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SPOILERS FOR SEPERATE WAYS UNDER CUT N O T OPEN IT IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE EM!!!!!!!!

Here’s my little tiny exploration of Luis’ character because it is my god-given duty to pull him apart and analyse him

• Ok so first off………. THE OPENING SCENE??????????? Oh my god there’s S O MUCH TO TALK ABT. Yes Luis dancing is hot as SHIT but also???????? He was about to get TORTURED and MURDERED and he STILL decided to have fun with it and do a lil dance?????? That’s so!!!!!!!!!! He wants to live out his fantasies right until the end!!!!! He truly does think his confidence can get him anywhere!!!!!!! And then when the dance ends he’s READY TO FISTFIGHT THE MONKS?????? NO WEAPONS HES FULLY ABIUT TO GO FISTFIGHT THEM???? He KNOWS it’s a loosing battle but he’s gonna fight tooth and nail to the very end!!!!!!!!!!!

• Also when he turns to face the person who was also dying in the cell and says “this next dance is for you brother” and we get a close up of his face……….. god it hurts to know that that was a person. Somebody who was beautiful in their own right and maybe even somebody who meant something to Luis. Even in the face of death Luis sees the beauty in it ARGHGAGWHSGSB

• Also also I’m sure SOMEBODY could find meaning behind the Flamenco (somebody more knowledgeable in Spanish culture than me) but I’ve heard some people say it symbolises capture and death???? CAPCOM HOW DARE YOU HURT ME SO

• I LOVE that we get to see a more relaxed side of Luis around Ada and less of his flirtiness and damn. It’s so obvious he and Leon are in Love. He’s trying soooooooo hard to impress Leon every time they talk by being super flirty with him and then whenever he’s with Ada he’s a total nerd he’s soooooooooooooo in love w that blonde twink

• GODDAMN THAT FIRE SCENE. WHAT I S N T THERE TO TALK ABOUT??????? First of all the paralells between his childhood where he watched his grandfather die in a fire?????? Also he FULLY RAN INTO A BURNING BUILDING AND ALMOST DIED J U S T TO GET LEON HIS MEDICINE????????????? HE CARES ABOUT LEON SM I WANNA RIP SOMETHING APART. He didint wanna see Leon die in the same way his Grandfather did because he couldn’t save his Grandfather back then!!!!!!!!!!! He wants to make things right!!!!!! HE WAS LITERALLY ON HIS HANDS AND LNEES CRYING I CANT I CANT

• Also ADA CARES ABT LUIS SM,,,,,,,, SHE RAN INRO A BURNING BUILDING TO SAVE HIM AND MAKE SURE HE DIDINT DIE,,,, THE BESTIES EVAH

• godDAMN that scene where Luis heals Ada?????? I LOVE that we see him hesitate for a good solid few seconds on wether or not he should run away from her or stay,,, wether or not he should go back to his usual habits of running away from the people he loves or stay to help,,,, ANS HE STAYS TO HELP BECAUSE HE CARES ABY ADA AND ALSO??? ADA BEING LIKE “leave me here……… besides…… you’ve got a promise to keep……..” OOOOOOOUGGHHH SHE KNOWS,,,, SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH LEON MEANS TO HIM I CANNOG RN also that lil apothecary thing he had was sooooo gender of him

•OH MY GOD HIS DEATH SCENE WHERE HE CALLS HER?????????????? I don’t remember EXACTLY what he said and I’d have to comb through like hours of footage to find it again but,,,,,. THE FACT THAT HE CALLED HER TO SAY GOODBHE????? HE CARES ABOUT HER RIGHT UMTIL THE END?????? AND HE CALLS HIMSELF HER ‘Good Samaritan’ IN THE SAME WAY HE CALLS HIMSELF DON QUIXOTE TO LEON AOAOAISAUJSSOSISKS,,,,,, and then he’s like “sorry I’ve gotta go Leon needs my help ;)” OUGH,,,,, I’m gonna reference another post from my mutual but it’s so sad that Luis got to spend the rest of his life with Leon but not the other way round………………..

• I’m so glad we got to see more of Luis and more of his personality when he’s not tryna swoon the blonde twink he’s in love with BXNSBEHEJXIAIS he feels like such a deep and real human being especially whenever he interacts with Ada and I just,,,,,,,,,, sigh. He’s my favourite character for a reason. 10/10 no notes

• Edit: also the parallels between Luis calling himself Ada’s ‘Good Samaritan’ and Leon his Sancho like AAAAAAAAAA???? You could pick apart the meaning and argue abt how good samaritans are usually friends and Sancho is a code word for Gay Lover in a lot of old fashioned Spanish bars like how ‘friends of Dorothy’ was but ANSNWUENDUNXXUNDDHXN SHUT UP I can’t rn

•Also I’m SURE you could pull some symbolism from the bugs and from Luis having an apothecary as catholic self-exorcism and how ‘science is the roof of all evil’ and Luis is using it to help others etc etc etc……….

Also if anyone else finds anything abt luis lore wise like how you have to find a picture of his grandfather or of him with Umbrella in the original PLEEEEAAAAASSSWE SHOW ME I NEED MORE LUIS BACKSTORY I NEED IT IN MY VEINS

• ALSO ALSO EDIT: the fact that one of the ingredients for his cure are butterfly wings???? And butterflies symbolise CHANGE????? HIS ENTIRE ARC IS ABT CHANCE??????? I’m actually gonna be sick.